Candace

A wolf dives at me out of the screaming, clashing mayhem, its maw drenched in blood. One half of my brain orders a paw to swing. The other shouts, RUN! I manage a hopping scramble that seems more likely to get me killed than anything else.

And one of the men Hollis picked to stay at my side through the battle catches the attacker’s back foot between his teeth and yanks him back. Two of the others swarm out from behind me like a cloud of death, and the reek of ...