"Fucking hell, Apollo!" Silas cursed when he saw the wolves' attack.
As soon as he saw the first wolf jump at him, his thoughts spun. He made precise, calculated steps towards where the wolf had jumped from and rolled on the grass-covered ground.
His quick thoughts and actions seemed to have achieved the desired results, as he found himself outside of the pack's encirclement.
Silas knew that there was no way he would be able to fight off the wolves if he allows them to attack him, after they successfully encircled him. This is the reason he decided to act fast and take a gamble. A gamble that paid off.
Looking at the pack of near-waist-tall wolves that landed on each other, after their attack failed, Silas made the decision to run.
He knew he made a mistake when he allowed them to encircle him the first time, and he wasn't going to let it happen again.
