The impact sent me tumbling sideways, but I recovered instantly, pivoting to face my attacker with a snarl that rumbled from deep in my chest. The red wolf circled me warily, yellow eyes gleaming with calculation and bloodlust. Behind him, two more rogues emerged from the darkness.
Another ambush. These bastards had planned this well.
I didn't have time for this. Every second I spent fighting these wolves was another second Seraphina remained in danger. Her scent—fear mixed with blood—filled my nostrils, driving my wolf into a frenzy.
The red wolf lunged first, aiming for my throat. I ducked and twisted, sinking my teeth into his foreleg instead. Bone crunched between my jaws as I shook my head violently, tearing muscle and tendon. His howl of agony was cut short as I released his mangled limb only to clamp down on his exposed neck.
One quick, savage twist. One less threat.
