The Alpha's Prickly Porcupine
My eyes lock onto the detonator in his hand, my mind racing through every alchemical and magical disarming technique I learned in the archives, searching for a way to sever the wireless trigger before it's too late.
But before our despair can turn into final defeat, a sudden, dark streak drops from the upper shadows of the keep's slate roof, moving with breathtaking speed and absolute, unyielding fury. Before Gidheon can press the button, a sleek brown wolf, my sister Maggie leaps from the high roof above, her jaws clamping down on his wrist with a ferocious snap.