BOUND by BLOOD and MOONLIGHT
She landed hard, rolled, and came up with blood trickling down her arm.
The pressure under her ribs surged.
Her vision blurred for a split second.
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Not now.”
The constructs pressed their advantage.
One slammed into her shoulder, sending her skidding across the floor. She hit the wall hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. Pain exploded through her side.
She gasped, struggling to breathe.
The wolves closed in.
Bella forced herself up, teeth clenched, body screaming. She ducked the first strike, drove her fist into the second wolf’s jaw, and felt bone crack.