One was bad enough, how was our group supposed to handle three? Burned fur, bloodied hides, and eyes glowing with sheer hatred were trained on me. I swallowed as I tightened my grip on the still Adrian. Two of the beasts were between me and the rest.
Angel strolled in front of me sitting down at my feet. The snarls from the wolves turned fierce as they scented him. “Trust me,” he whispered.
I swallowed. My fingers were still hovering over Adrian’s wrist. I had almost grabbed him when I remembered that particular quirk of mine of causing unbearable pain. I didn’t want to do that to him. I bit my lip as I tried to think of what to do. As the seconds crawled by they stepped closer. Their noses were close to the ground as they licked their muzzles.
“Willow, I want you to put your hand on A
