The others immediately scattered. The pack surged into action, spreading out, moving to flank him, their movements so well-coordinated.
Kaden twisted, his arms snapping out.
[Thorn Whip.]
A spiked vine lashed through the air, catching a second wolf across its flank and tearing through muscle and fur like paper. The beast yelped, staggering, but another tendril shot up from the ground, wrapping around its throat and twisting.
A sickening snap.
[Ding! You have killed a Dire Shadowfang Wolf.]
Two down.
The rest were on him in seconds. A wolf lunged from his left, another from behind. Perfectly timed. Kaden let them.
At the last moment, he spun—faster than should have been possible, his newfound agility pushing his body to new limits. His foot slammed into the side of one beast's skull, sending it hurtling sideways, while his hand snapped outward, catching the second wolf by the throat.
With his bare hands.