Chapter 11

The man Manuel had shot was dead or dying, sprawled in an awkward angular heap about ten feet from the vehicle.

Two down and two to go, one unwounded wolf and one wounded man.The unhurt wolf leaped in vain, frustrated by Alex’s sudden soaring out of reach. The first man Alex had subdued finally dragged the knife free of his chest, but as it came out of his body, blood erupted from the wound. He staggered, staring in disbelief, first at the knife in his left hand and then the scarlet spray shooting out of his wound. He sat, suddenly and hard, as if his legs had melted beneath him.

That left the one wolf. Manuel fired at it twice, but the wolf seemed to be impervious to the bullets. A puff of fur flew but the wolf continued to jump and snap, snarling in rage.

::Don’t waste your shots. I’m pretty sure regular bullets can’t harm him in this form, but if I can get one of my knives, it will. They’re not normal steel.::