Elena
Luke screams and bangs on the windows, yet we are having a hard enough time keeping our eyes on our opponents as it is, when we crash through the porch and into the garden bed below.
My father doesn’t play fair. Not only does he stand back and watch his warriors try tearing us to shreds, he then joins the battle when Lexa’s already taken down two of them. Teeth and claws tear into us. My back leg feels dislocated when one grabs the same back leg, and another wolf grabs our front paw. My father’s teeth sink into Lexa’s underbelly, and she rips a chunk of his ear off.
Spinning, she slashes her claws into the one dragging us back by our leg, only to whimper as the other wolf tears at her neck, making her focus go back to him. My father mostly stands by, taking chunks of us when he
