The first wolf lunged for her throat.
Theo stepped forward, matching its speed and force. Her fist slammed into its jaw with a crack that echoed through the greenhouse. The beast was lifted clean off its paws and thrown into a pile of shattered pots.
Before the dust settled, the second wolf attacked.
She spun low, sweeping her leg out. Her heel collided with its ribs so hard it skidded across the floor, tearing through vines as it crashed against a pillar.
Another wolf jumped from above, its claws outstretched. Theodora quickly snatched a broken metal rod from the ground and drove it upward, catching the beast mid-air and slamming it into the rafters.
But more came at her, with more numbers
They circled her with pack precision, their ears pinned with concentration, and growls vibrating the soil beneath her feet.
