Mated By The Quadruple Alpha
One saw me and let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a hiss.
“Back!” Fenrir snarled, launching himself at it before it could move another inch. His shift was instant—fur black as pitch, eyes burning gold. The impact of his body hitting the creature sent both of them crashing into a pillar.
Kael pushed me toward the shadowed side of the hall, his voice low and urgent. “Don’t run unless I tell you. If they separate you from us, you’re dead.”
Another one lunged from the opposite side, but Riven was already there, moving like smoke, his claws flashing. The thing screamed—a horrible, wet sound—as it fell.