One minute I’m watching her fight off three wolves, and the next minute, Aaron is shifting and his dark brown wolf is tearing them off of her. My father shifts into a larger version of Aaron’s wolf and also joins the fight, tackling a rogue that comes at us from the side.
Then there’s Ethan. I didn’t even see him move, but he has a hand around a white wolf’s neck and his foot on another black wolf’s chest.
My wolf simmers under the surface, watching everyone I care about fighting the rogues who charge at me. I want to help, but I can’t. I don’t know how or if I should.
Nova’s red wolf slides across the ground, swiping wicked sharp claws across the side of the white wolf that Ethan tosses away. Laxus’s blonde wolf bites down on the neck of a black fur rogue, shaking it until it goes l
