Smith's wolves stopped moving. They stood frozen in the field, staring at the forest. More wolves kept coming out. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Sixty fresh Vermont wolves spread across the battlefield.
Smith's face twisted with rage. He'd brought forty Purists to crush Kai's wounded pack. Now he faced ninety-five allied wolves.
"Attack!" Smith roared. "Kill them all!"
The two forces crashed together like waves hitting rocks.
Catherine's Vermont wolves were fresh and strong. They hit Smith's tired Purists hard. Kai's wounded pack found new strength seeing help arrive. Even Marcus, fighting from his stretcher, managed to pull down a Purist who got too close.
Derek had given Catherine's wolves some of his special meteor silver weapons. The strange silver cut through everything. One touch and Pur
