The white wolf jumped, its form was massive and powerfully sculpted. It leapt, too quick for any eye to follow.
Its jaw clamped around the head of one of the guards and before anyone could scream, all the other guards were on the floor…
The turquoise robe woman ran for the exit and before the white wolf could reach her, the pope's right hand man pulled out his blade and struck, blocking her way.
The thick double edged blade crumpled like a thin layer of ice between Zaria's teeth as she bit down on it and then she lounged for the man holding the sword, the man that had pushed her friend and captured her.
The man that had tainted them in their way herd, promising nothing short of pain. The man that had caused Melanie to cry.
His head was off his body before he could grab the daggers
