Craving the Wolf
She threw her hands up in front of her face ready for the blow.
A blur of motion exploded between them.
The large beast slammed into the man, sending him flying into the alley wall with bone-snapping force.
The attacker crumpled with a strangled cry, the knife clattering to the ground, forgotten.
Alyssa stumbled backward, staring wide-eyed at the massive wolf standing between her and the man. Its fur bristled, muscles taut with barely contained violence. Rain dripped from its muzzle, and its golden eyes—those eyes—locked onto hers.