Hannah's POV
A wolf protecting her cub was never to be trifled with. Mom proved this by effectively taking out any attacker that managed to get by Rafe' and Griffin.
Taking advantage of the reprieve, I brought one hand up to swiftly pull the knife from my shoulder, unable to smother the grunt of pain that came from my lips. Mom was by me in an instant, licking at my wound. I sensed Rafe’ and Griffin on the periphery of my vision still fighting those who were trying to get to me. Mom’s sudden intake of breath made me look down to the wound on my shoulder she had been looking it. Maybe she could tell my wound was healing faster than it should but she wasn’t looking at it. No, she was looking at something just below where the dagger had pierced me from behind. I gulped; my shirt had rippe
