Chapter 26: Mayhem

Mayhem. Complete and utter mayhem. Tank is in the water thrashing around trying to get a wolf off of his back while others move forward, lying in wait for the right moment to attack. It seems like the whole scouting party is here, which means I only have to kill a few and the others will take off with their tails between their legs.

I shuck my jeans, not bothering with my shirt as I shift into my enormous wolf and join the fray. Tank growls in gratitude when I bound over him, latching onto the wolf tearing at his shoulders, and taking him with me. I launch him into the nearest tree base, not even bothering to glance at the wolf again, knowing that the sick sound his bones made is enough to keep him down for at least an hour.

A light gray wolf snarls at me and I take my rightful place next to Tank, preparing for more. Sure enough, the remaining five wolves leap forward, trying to overrun us. A formidable warrior can take on three wolves at once. But there is nothing formidable about