I let out a low whistle, and the next moment, a lion came flying through the doorway, aiming right for my assailant, who had to let go of me.
Perceval slithered in, tripping Luther up, and the Samson the tiger came charging in with a roar and forced the man to back further away.
I rushed to Brook and wrapped my arms around her. “We need to get out of here," I whispered to her. “Are you well enough to stand?"
She had a confused look on her face as her eyes shifted back and forth, but she quickly collected her senses and gave me a firm nod.
As we moved toward the door, I caught a glimpse of Luther. He pulled a long blade from somewhere I hadn't seen and swiped at Linus, cutting the lion in the leg, then he turned to the tiger and did the same.
“No!" I cried. The last thing I wanted
