#Chapter158
NO!
Sierra seems to sense it too and looks up in time to see him coming down on the back of our witch with claws extended and a definite desire to impale her. I gasp a loud Noooo and turn in an attempt to intervene, but Sierra does it for me. Jumping up and changing mid air she hits him head on in a clashing collision of mass, and send shim hurtling backwards with her smaller self—clutching like a leech. They tumble backwards, roll across the floor through broken despair, swiping two wolves off their feet as they take out their legs and end up crashing into the edge of a wardrobe nearby. The crunching, cracking sound of bones snapping and then they come to a dead halt. A moment of pause before the real fight begins.
/"Sierra! No!!/" Radar yells at the top of his lungs, almost deafening me as it also comes through the pack link in amplified unison. My brain almost explodes with the ferocity of his despair.
