After a pause, Troy shook his head. “No. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Two wolves attacked Juniper first. It surprised me. They also had a female in their ranks, but they still judged Juniper to be the weakest, and they were so wrong. She rose in the air and took one down effortlessly, and as soon as the second jumped on her back, she made quick work of the wolf pinned under her and turned. When Troy saw that his wolf didn’t rise, he stiffened.
“He’s not dead,” I told him quietly. “But he’ll be immobile for several seconds. Juniper knows which nerves hurt the most, which can paralyze a wolf, and which can kill a wolf. If your wolves don’t go for blood, neither will mine.”
I settled my attention on Dante. He’d healed, but he’d lost too much damn blood while he was injured. His reaction tim
