The wolf paid Arius’s efforts little mind. It dug into the carpet as Matthew had done, but with four feet instead of one hand and whipped its head from side to side. Matthew could almost see Arius’s forearm being torn off of his body. How anyone’s body, vampire or not, could withstand it seemed impossible.
One of the other wolves crashed into Shorty, dragged Shorty to the ground, and began to tear at Shorty’s chest and shoulders. Matthew heard Vaughn’s voice, hollering orders, but his mind couldn’t turn the words into sentences.
Then he noticed Gavin. Mr. NI had hold of Gavin’s shirt, delivering blows to Gavin’s back and kidneys with the speed of a prize fighter.
Gavin didn’t waste time trying to stop Mr. NI. He cast one quick glance at Matthew, mouthed, “I do love you,” and whipped the
