But the chain he tugged already shattered, bits of medal scattering across the floor of the concourse.
People panicked, running in all directions.
In full-wolf form, I squared up, standing protectively in front of Alice and Amber, even stepping on some of the medal pieces.
Chase was on his side on the other end of the concourse, clutching his ribs as he struggled to stand up.
The pendant of Alice’s necklace was there beside him on the cement. Chase brushed it aside as he rolled over onto all fours, shifting into his own wolf as he did so.
His wolf was smaller than mine, likely slower too. He couldn’t hope to beat me in one-on-one combat.
If that was his plan.
Chase wasn’t a fool though, and he didn’t strike me as someone brave enough to fight me head on. I had to stay on my guard,
