onounced, fangs sprouting out. Deadly, flesh-rending fangs that looked like they could strip an arm of its meat in less than a minute. Coarse, dark-gray

d down at her and its muzzle rippled as it growled. The beast was terrifying but there was a lankiness to its frame, Lola saw. Don't get her wrong. It

"Do not do anything but stand there. Running away is u

ip me apart regardl

her over his shoulder, smiling that irritating, devi

she screamed back. "I don't

ust in me hurtful," he

s fur wasn't gray. His was a mixture of sandy brown, umber, and white. Where Drake was thin and sickly, Russel was clearly stockier and packed with heavier slabs of muscle. The claws at the ends of his fingers

o interfere and wanted to be ready if they did. There wasn't a whole lot she could do to stop them if they tried but she searched the ground and found an arsenal of good-sized rocks

for her, t

eral deep gashes had opened up on his body, pouring torrents of blood before sluggishly closing themselves up. One arm hung uselessly from its socket and one of Drake's legs had been cut so deeply it barely held together. Russel took a few hits, mostly glanci

attack. Russel dodged it easily and then snaked one arm forward, catching the sma

nst Russel, clawing at his arm, but it didn't do him any go

as a deafening roar. "So help me, Drake, I will send yo

got cut off. There was an ugly moment where the scrawnier werewolf slapped at the arm holding him in

asped. "Y-yi

ediately renege and attack again was considered a crime. Ordinarily, Russel wouldn't have to worry about that but ordinarily, he wouldn't be deep i

"Swear you yield and will de

is head yes vigorously. His eyes still spew

e scrawny wolf fell to the ground, shifting back into his human form too. Drake had al

couldn't help but notice. "The humans aren't going to like what you've done here. Your father will mos

el with murderous rage. The other wolves followed withou

l try to circle b

"But Drake isn't what I would call smart. Or anything close to smart. He is ru

r, doing a small, gentlemanly bow before taking o

imaginary hat. "My name is Russel Polver, son of Carter Polver, King of the majestic an

r her to sup

t the absurdity of his introduction. "L

parents. It brought the final moments of their lives to the forefront of her mind. Flames and fire everywhere.

ying again, un

ear. In fact, this feeling inside him was much worse. The feeling of hope dying. The hope that t

ut Lola

d come all th