Page 59 of In the Mouth of the Wolf (Of Wolves and Kings #1)

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THE WHITE WOLF

T hree blood takers surrounded me, circling closer and closer, swiping at me with their weapons. One made shallow contact along my back, the wound stinging fiercely.

My pack mates were in similar predicaments. We had felled many of our enemies, but we were outnumbered. Our omega had been taken. We had failed.

But we would not go down without a fight.

I lunged for the thigh of the blood taker in front of me, aiming to rip apart his veins and arteries. The weapon of the one next to him found my shoulder, but I wouldn’t let go to yelp in pain. I would take down as many as I could while I still breathed.

Another weapon aimed for my side, but the attacker turned towards the door as my red pack mate’s howl pierced the night.

Two silhouettes appeared in the entrance, snarling and snapping.

The dark wolf had joined the fight.

He was the enemy of our pack, but tonight, we fought the enemy of our kind as one.

The red wolf jumped over the furniture and crushed his jaws around the head of a blood taker attacking my silver pack mate.

I fought with renewed vigor, taking down another enemy and moving on to the next, but stopped as the dark wolf shifted back to its human form.

Why? I barked. Humans weaker! Especially without weapons. Humans couldn’t fight without fake claws.

But then the human clasped his hands in front of him, and a ball of light grew as he spread them apart. The blood takers stopped and gasped, then moved to retreat when the ball split and shot straight towards their chests. The lights entered them, glowing from the inside.

Then the screaming started .