Amelia's heart was racing as Isaac's reinforcements swarmed out of the shadows, their eyes with a glaze of ghastly determination.
It was a turn in tables; Amelia knew she needed to give it all just to make it out.
Setting her jaw, she prepared for battle, already strained from the fight earlier.
Beside her, Dimitri's gaze flashed bright; a sheen of lethal intent when he shifted his weight into guard position.
"Amelia," he warned, the word clear and distinct. "We can't take them all outright. We have to split them up somehow, divide their assault so they have to come to us."
She nodded; her breathing was light as she squeezed, centered herself. In her belly, the scarlet wolf stirred, restive, tugging to be let out.
She stared into the sea of enemies, her heart growing hard as a mea
