Chapter 109 Storm-veiled Threats

• Movement exploded from the underbrush with violence that gave no warning. Three wolves materialized from shadow and mist; eyes glazed with unnatural light that spoke of compulsion rather than conscious will. Feral snarls tore from their throats, movements erratic yet coordinated in ways that defied natural pack behavior.
• Nixon moved on instinct, blade clearing its sheath in fluid motion as he positioned himself between Donna and the nearest attacker. Steel met claw with a screech of metal on bone, the rogue's momentum carrying it past Nixon's guard. He pivoted, the second blade driving upward to catch the exposed throat.
• Blood sprayed hot across his face. The rogue collapsed, yet its packmates barely registered the loss. They attacked with mindless fury, more puppet than conscious predator.