Finn

I dive to the side as a claw scythes down, and my bleeding left flank crumples underneath me. Slammed to the ground, I swallow a mouthful of dirt, but I don’t collect another injury. The Moonlight Hollow wolf bares his teeth, about to snap at my throat.

Only fighting as wolves shrinks their imagination of what we can really do. And it helps that I’m larger, stronger than almost anyone from this beachside kingdom. So when I throw my weight forward and barrel into ...