I could count the surviving wolves on one hand, including Eryx. It was a shocking revelation, especially with the bodies littered across the blood-stained snowy ground.
I turned to Eryx, my chest tight with gratitude and fear. "Thank you," I said, my voice trembling.
His green eyes fixed on me, and for a moment, I thought he might acknowledge my words. Instead, he bared his teeth and let out a deep, menacing growl. The sound sent a chill down my spine.
He wasn't happy-- that was an understatement.
The black wolf's bones began to break, the cracking loud as the fur withdrew, shrinking in size until Eryx's form stood in front of me, all hard muscles, chest heaving. But those eyes, Goddess, I couldn't look away from the wrath burning behind them.
