Catrina wasn’t going to stop me.

Fighting past my pain, I twisted around and dragged my teeth across the bridge of her muzzle. Satisfaction rumbled to life inside me. It only made her angrier, rebuking my attack with a deep bite on my haunch on the same leg she’d mangled my ankle. My satisfaction waned into fear. When she unhinged her jaw, my first instinct was to get to my feet and run from her, but the agony lancing through my leg left me limping instead. I couldn’t outrun her like ...