Zoe POV

The wolves surrounding me are close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off them — dozens, spread in a ring, shifting when I shift, pulling back every time I push forward. They have me contained, if you want to use that word. None of them close the distance.

I stay low and wait and watch.

The sounds from further out have been changing for the past few minutes — the battlefield noise thinning, fewer wolves still on their feet, the fighting moving from ...