The three high ranking Council enforcers pulled their heavy silver knives from their belts. The blades were made of dull metal, crafted specifically to cut through wolf hide and flesh. The men didn't shout or growl like the wild mercenaries from the logging camps. They didn't show any emotion at all. They just stepped forward as a trained unit, moving fast and smooth toward the three children huddled near the back wall.
"Get back!" Elena yelled, her voice ringing out in the small booth.
She jumped straight in front of her kids, setting her feet on the slick floorboards. She swung her heavy iron wrench with every bit of power in her body.
*CRACK!*
The iron tool struck the front enforcer’s shin bone with a dull thud. The man stumbled, his knee giving out, but he didn't scream. He just sh
