immediately took a fighter’s stance, prowling like a predator similar to his opponents. It occurred to her that he had not an ounce of terror in him.
The black wolf lunged at Nick, snapping its massive jaws. Nick sprung back, but not before the wolf captured his boot by its fangs.
Her back hit the trunk of a tree, as her eyes shifted on the spar before her.
Nick wrestled the wolf to the ground, taking the oversized head between his hands. Was he insane? What human would wrestle with a rapid wolf and not be fearful of being bitten?
It was clear that the wolf was gaining the upper hand as it took Nick’s arm in its mouth. Her stomach churned at the first site of blood at the corner of the wolf’s mouth.
Nick jumped up from the grown, flinging the wolf off his arm and it slid across the dirt until it came within a few centimeters of hitting an adjacent tree. It got back up and charged at Nick, eating up the distance between them rapidly.
A burst of white light erupted where Nick once stood.
Her breath caught in her throat when she glimpsed a wolf in his place. It was just as massive as the other two. There was sort of a majestic beauty to its sleek muscular form. The fur was a chocolate brown with hints of white throughout.
She shook her head, and dug her nails into the bark of the tree.
When the two wolves collided, the blow seemed to vibrate the ground where they all stood. Her gaze shifted frantically from left to right as she tried to focus on the fight. From her days of volunteering at an animal shelter, she wasn’t a stranger to two wild animals fighting. But this was pure insanity…
Only moments ago, Nick had not been an animal.
And she was pretty damn sure that his body had f lashed into wolf as if by magic right before her eyes.
What the fuck?
Had they drugged her?
The second brown wolf stood on the other side, growling and barking, as though waiting his turn to join in. She hoped that he stayed on his side of the field. If someone had told her she’d die from being mauled by a wolf, she might have laughed in their face. Now, the possibility wasn’t that far-fetched.
She should have taken off a long time ago, but her feet were planted to the ground.
The black wolf yelped. Her gaze focused just in time to see Nick’s wolf as he pinned his opponent and ripped a chunk of flesh from the neck.
Selene doubled over and dry heaved. Whatever sense she did not have earlier, she gained it back at that moment. Her feet began to move.
She walked. Stumbled. Then ran .
She did not want to die. Not tonight. Not like this.
At this point, it didn’t seem to make a difference where she ran. She just wanted to get away from the blood thirsty wolves. She only prayed that her legs would lead her to a safe place.
***
Nick flashed back into his human form when he caught scent of Selene again.
He couldn’t believe he’d given himself away like that, but it had to be done. He could never have beaten a Caedmon wolf while in human form. The only options back there were to either reveal himself or be defeated. Being defeating meant allowing Selene to be captured agai n. He couldn’t let that happen.
He’d have gladly faced Darius again. He yearned to do just that—to defeat him. But Selene needed his help a whole lot more than he wanted to kill that bastard.
Nick scented her sweet fragrance before he heard her. And he heard her muffled cries before he saw her. She was h uddled against a tree under thick overhanging branches. Her arms were wrapped around her torso, as though she were consoling herself. He wanted to be the one to comfort her and erase the bad memories that she would undoubtedly gain from this.
“Selene—”
Her scream of shock cut through the atmosphere and lingered on the strong night winds. She stum bled several feet away from him, and held up her palm. “Mantente alejado ! ”
He didn’t need to be fluent in her native language to know she wanted him to stay away. “ I won’t