HARLAN
The attack had been too sudden for even him to predict, he told himself. But he knew that she had distracted him. He had lowered his guard. The blame was on him.
He tried to get to her, to protect her, but there were too many wolves in the way. He was going to kill them all. He knew he could do it once he made sure she was safe. Maybe, if he created a distraction, she would be able to run away.
He kept killing them as fast as he could, but his mind wasn't completely there. And then he realized neither was she. It was a small distraction, but the seconds it took them to decide who would stay and who would leave were fatal to most of them. He killed them faster this time, desperate to go find her and make sure she was safe.
Three wolves had gone after her. Too many. His worry fueled him as he continued attacking the remaining wolves and let out a howl. He was close enough to the pack house, they would definitely hear him.
