“s**t”. The boy hit the dirt ground with a thud. Lexi kept moving backwards, throwing the balls as the wolves dodged each one with finesse. It was now a race. Between her and the filthy rogue. Race between life and death.
The rogue launched forward pouncing in the air; Lexis body instinctively hurled the glass jug straight at the open jaws of the wolf. Skidding low she felt the material of the boys tops in her hand and with the strength she didn’t know she had hoisted the boy off the floor. The sound of breaking glass gave Lexi the only indication that she had made her target. Only as she accelerated at full speed, the young boy cradled up her arm did she dare to turn. The rogue lay flat out on the ground, the heavy jug smashed as it connected with its jaw. The two remaining wolves ho
