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A ferocious growl ripped through the air, and another wolf flew out of the brush and landed in a crouch. I stumbled back, my eyes widening as my heart pounded faster.
Sawyer.
Sawyer put himself between Lincoln and the four wolves.
Mikey got back to his feet and brushed himself off, cackling.
He motioned to Lincoln. “Kill the traitor. I want the girl brought in alive.”
I gritted my teeth and tugged on our link. What are we going to do, Sawyer?
Sawyer stalked forward slowly, closing the distance between him and the wolves. His eyes darted around as he seemed to assess our options.
He growled, his hackles rising as he turned to Lincoln.
Sloane, take out as many wolves as you can. I’ll take out the remaining. Lincoln, you have to take out Mikey and then help out where you can. The only way this works is if none of them gets back to my father.
I couldn’t help but wonder if it would be such a bad thing if he had to stay here. All it would take was for one wolf to get away. If any of them escaped they would go straight to Alpha Dane and tell him Sawyer was a traitor. We could all be together.
I forced the wayward thought away. Now wasn’t the time.
I lifted the stick so it leaned against my shoulder and moved the rock around in my hand like a baseball. There were five of them and three of us, but we could do this. We had to.
I couldn’t let Sawyer be in any danger.
Sawyer’s hackles rose until his fur stood like a mohawk across his back. He inched forward, angling himself toward Lincoln. We have to attack at the same time.
I gripped my weapons so tight my hands hurt. I’ll start with the one closest to me.
Lincoln’s body shook as he snarled. On three.
I sucked in a deep breath as Sawyer started to count.
One. Two. Three.
I let out a battle cry as Lincoln darted for Mikey and Sawyer turned and charged the four wolves. I lobbed the rock at the closest wolf and then, with my stick lifted over my head, attacked.
Twenty-One
Sawyer
My paws dug into the earth as I sprinted across the ground. The wolves were so intent on watching Lincoln that they weren’t paying attention to me.
I caught the first one by surprise, tackling him to the ground and slicing my claws across his underside. I flexed my nails, digging them in as deep as I could. He whined and wiggled, trying to break free.
I bowed my head and clamped my jaws around his neck. The wolf gurgled and then went still.
“Sawyer, what are you doing?” Mikey cried out.
Lincoln tackled him to the ground. It didn’t stop his yelling; it only made his words incoherent.
But his screams had drawn attention to me. Two of the wolves had changed course, and both of them came for me.
Sloane swung at the fourth wolf with a thick branch. She was holding her own for now.
I rocked up onto my back feet and caught the first charging wolf in midair. I rolled with him, dragging him to the dirt so I ended up on top.
He whined and kicked, but he was no match against my strength. I jabbed my claws into his chest while I bit down on his neck, going straight for the jugular.
