Chapter 33

Logan stood transfixed, the shotgun muzzle pointed at the ground.

For a time, they circled each other, and then the black attacked, going for the gray’s throat. The gray whipped its neck out of range, sank its teeth in the black’s flank and ripped. Blood smeared the gray’s mouth and dripped onto its flank, but the crazed attacker didn’t seem to notice. It went for the throat again. The gray avoided the charge, clamping down on a shoulder and tearing. A big chunk of fur-covered flesh hung from its mouth.

Shaking its head, it spat it out.

The injured black wolf limped now from the serious shoulder damage as the combatants continued their relentless growling. They became a swirling blend of fur and jaws, attacking over and over with open mouths, fangs, and teeth as deadly as daggers.

Kill him if he kills me.