Teresa

Keller darted off into the fray, fighting as if his life depended on it. Two men grabbed him from behind, and one raced towards him.

He jabbed one on the elbow, simultaneously thrusting his sword back with his non-dominant hand.

The weapon connected, dropping the warrior, gagging.

Keller darted out of the way just in time as Bennett’s wolf swung his limbs, sending a guard sailing forward and slamming onto the man before Keller as they toppled to the ground.

Then I ...