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nowhere to be seen. He was likely under the sizeable pile of wolves near the edge of the yard. Golden eyes blazed as he lurched out of his attackers and turned on them. At least five were on him as he spun and snapped, his expression focused and fierce as he ripped and clawed at any flesh within reach. The noise of lethal chaos overpowered her sensitive hearing, and she fought the urge to cover her ears.
    Bones broke, teeth snapped, and a wolf latched viciously to Grey’s neck as he fought the others. Her wolf howled, and she let her have a voice. She roared so loud it shook her marrow. Deliberately, she stalked the raging attackers with a heavy breath and blades tensed at her sides. She’d remember her training. She’d fight and end it quickly.
    A couple of the wolves jerked their heads at her war cry, and feral eyes collided with hers. She slashed at the first one, nicking him but missing a fatal blow, and he shied away as another came for her. She spun away at the last moment, turning to thrust the smaller knife into the back of his neck. She forced his body to the ground with the strength of the blow. As she turned, she punched the other wolf in the side of the face. Gripping the scruff of his neck with both hands, she jerked her knee up to crack it into an unrecovered jaw. He hit the ground hard. She kneeled over him, the big knife in her hand raised for only a second before she brought the blade down into his chest. His struggling claws left bloody gashes in her flesh, but she was numb to the pain.
    Grey had moved farther away, bringing the other wolves with him. Dean had finished his wolf and rushed to stand beside her. She passed her need in a single glance, and he tore off for Grey’s attackers. He pulled a wolf out of the fight and engaged him to the side. Another wolf had come out of nowhere to replace the one Dean fought, but Grey had thrown one of the limp bodies off and could focus on the two he had.
    She stopped her advance. Her mate could handle the two left.
    A cannon ball landed on her back. She hadn’t even heard the other wolf coming before he knocked her into the dirt. She gasped for breath, desperate to drag air into deflated lungs. Brandon lay a few feet away. His vacant, dead eyes stared back at her. His face was grimaced even in death from the last pain-filled moment of his life.
    Her grief awakened her suffocating diaphragm. “Brandon!” she screamed.
    The wolf on her back scrabbled for her neck. He had no qualms with killing Silver Wolf. It was obvious from the murderous expression on his face when she flipped over to defend herself. He lunged, and she wrapped her arms around his throat. He shook his head viciously and escaped her grasp, then lunged again. That split second of relief turned the tide. All she needed was a moment of relief and opportunity. He had given her both. She had enough room to get her legs up under him, and she kicked with all of her furious strength. Before he could recover, she was on top of him, pinning him to the earth. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and searched frantically for the knife. It lay ten feet away. It would have to be the hard way then.
    She got her legs under her and hoisted herself up, still holding the scrabbling wolf by the neck. He was huge, and even with her increased werewolf strength, she still swayed under the strain of his weight. He clawed at her frantically as she tightened her grip around his neck. He tried to pull himself out of her grasp but had little hold after she pulled him off the ground. He was able to get his front claws under her arms and rip them, but she ignored his struggling and held on tighter, locking her arms together and screaming with the effort.
    Grey and the pack were finished with their battles and slowly gathered around her. Morgan’s eyes never left a group of unfamiliar wolves who had decided not to fight. They stank of fear and hovered around the vehicles that brought them in. When the suffocating wolf