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Mum rushed to our side with a bucket of water and set it on the floor. “I’ll get more.”

Some of the other wolves had gathered a pile of rocks around the clearing, only to disappear and fetch more, while a few of them remained to hurl them at Snorri. Each stone that landed dented his huge scorpion body, but it did nothing to break him apart.

An idea hit me upside the head. “Dad.” I gave him a nudge in the side. “Let’s try getting these stones wet.”

Without another word, he walked to the pile of rocks, gathered up a pair, and dipped them in the water. I left the attackers to join him and took one from his hand.

I was no expert on arthropods or any other type of shelled creature, but Dad had once told me on a hunting trip that the protective coverings around their bellies were softer than the ones at their backs.

“This way.” I flicked my head toward the obelisk.

The other wolf shifters continued their attacks on Snorri, making him lash out at them with his tail, but more importantly, the