Instantly, Sand was across the stream. At the same moment, Thorin sidestepped the werewolves as they circled for the first strike, rising into the air. His lips moved, and what had been a light breeze became a whirlwind which knocked the two Betas off their feet. It might have done the same for Estebe, but he wasn’t there. With a powerful leap, Estebe’s jaws locked on Thorin’s calf and they landed on the bank of the pond.
A stream of flames appeared, seemingly from nowhere, burning one of the fallen Betas beyond recognition. Andre knew either Grigorii or Baptiste was responsible. More flames destroyed the second one.