“Third one!” I yelled, running.
Needed to get to her.
Before I could, a scream echoed through the hall.
More screeching. Snarling.
“Rowan!” Cade yelled behind me.
Too late.
I rounded the corner just as orange fur collided with black.
Rowan’s wolf and the wraith rolled together in a blur.
“Don’t shoot!” Talon shouted.
The creatures locked together.
Rowan’s teeth sank deep into its neck.
Anchoring herself.
The wraith whipped her hard against the wall.
She whimpered.
But before any of us could move, she lunged again.
No hesitation.
No fear.
She bit deeper, clamping down harder on its throat.
The wraith tried to sling her again.
And tore its own throat out on her teeth.
It collapsed.
Dead.
Silence.
We stared.
At Little Bird.
Standing over the corpse.
Small wolf. Blood-soaked muzzle.
Chest heaving. Blueeyes, bright.
Cade frowned.
Talon’s mouth fell open.
