Carissa plunged her dagger through the heart of the first wolf before slashing across the face of a second one. And then Algernon crashed through the pack on his horse, trampling a few wolves before he dismounted the horse.
Another wolf began to lunge at Carissa, until Algernon nocked an arrow and shot him. Four more were felled in the same manner. One wolf rushed towards Algernon, and Algernon took his bow in hand before bringing it down on the wolf’s head. The bow splintered, breaking into two.
Another wolf charged Algernon, and he stabbed the creature with one jagged piece of wood.
The remaining wolves left, their dark forms disappearing into the night. Perhaps they’d smelled more fear elsewhere. After all, it didn’t seem as though Algernon were very afraid at the moment.
Algernon glanced at her, his jaw tight, his bare chest slicked in blood and black fur.
Dizziness swept over her, and Carissa fell to her hands and knees. “Well? Aren’t you going to help me?”