I didn’t have a single second to find Al before another hound was attacking me. I barely managed to turn away just enough to protect the most vulnerable part of my neck. He latched on anyway, digging his fangs in deep and took me down. The bite hurt like a f*****g b***h but wasn’t fatal.
Not yet anyway.
“Kane!”
I heard Al’s yell but no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t free myself to get to him. The hound I was fighting had too good of a grip on me. His slashed away with his claws, leaving what felt like deep, bloody furrows in my side. He wasn’t as strong as me—wasn’t a Beta—but he was doing plenty of damage while he had me on the ground. A wicked snarl sounded to my left, then there was a flash of fur. I was being held down so the other hound could take me out.
Oh hell no!
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