Briony shifted and joined them in attacking the treacherous Enforcers. The air was filled with screams, and howls, and the scent of blood.
A small, dark wolf bowled over one of the Enforcers. He went wolf quickly, but it was too late. She took the nape of his neck in his jaws and shook him like he was a puppy. His neck snapped with a horrible crunching sound and he went still.
Not all of the fights were so easy.
On the other side of the clearing, a mother tore out an Enforcer’s throat as he stood at bay, massive, his hackles up.
One of their number had her belly torn open before a pack of vengeful defenders took him to the ground.
Within minutes, it was done. The Enforcers were dead, the women were wounded and limping, Jarrod and Craig were bleeding from multiple wounds.
Constance ran over to scoop up the baby that Petra had been holding, and rocked it in her arms and kissed its little head as it wailed.
“We’ll find a home for you, little cub,” she promised it.
