My heart jumped to my throat, and I cried out when a caramel shadow jumped on me from my left and bit into my shoulder. We crashed to the ground, and just as I decided to return his vicious bite, the other two turned leaped at me. So this was what it was like to be ambushed.

I swirled myself and the first wolf around, sacrificing my shoulder to be the one torn apart, not my throat. Twisting three hundred sixty degrees, I lifted my hind legs and kicked the wolf away. While it was a smart move, it still elicited a yelp of pain as he didn't let go...