She moved her gaze to the left, agonizingly. Down, a terrible wound across his shoulder, Jace was pressed under a growling Dark Wolf. Aria snarling, rushed, sending his attacker a quick slice. She bent down at Jace's side and placed a hand over his injury. Hissing in agony, blood oozing down his tunic.
"You fine? She inquired with a strained voice.
He nodded, eyes black with suffering. "I will be living. Never stop battling.
She squeezed his arm then spun back into the chaos. Those enormous silver wolves, the protectors of the grove, had entered the fight their ethereal forms straying between the pack and the Dark Wolves. Their fangs radiated moonlight, every mouthful ripping through the terrible gloom clinging to the invaders. Still, their power was limited.
