Through a bleary pain-filled haze, I see that Beta Yohan has gotten out of the chokehold he'd been stuck in and has taken a huge chunk off the white wolf's left shoulder, leaving him whimpering in pain. Now his only competition is sand color, who's proving to be the fastest and most agile of the three.
A roar grabs my attention, and I turn just in time to see a grey wolf charging forward, his jaws open, going for the kill. The danger of the situation pumps adrenaline into my weakened body, giving me enough boost to roll away from him at the last second.
Before he could lean back and turn his big head to catch me, I leap forward and clamp my jaws hard around the pulsating flesh in his throat, where I assume his voice box would be.
Gray howls in agony, and his paws fumble around, tryin
