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𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀 long to knows what's it. "Wolves, they sound close." Piper said.
Jason rose and summoned his sword. Iliya summon her silver daggers out as her eyes flashed purple, glowing against the darkness.
Leo and Coach Hedge got to their feet too. Piper tried, but she fall almost immediately.
"Stay there," Jason told her. "We'll protect you."
Iliya then could senes Piper's upset of herself in the air. Suddenly, just outside the firelight at the entrance of the cave, she saw a pair of red eyes glowing in dark.
More wolves edged into the firelight—black beasts bigger than Great Danes, with ice and snow caked on their fur. Their fangs gleamed, and their glowing red eyes looked disturbingly intelligent. The wolf in front was almost as tall as a horse, his mouth stained as if he'd just made a fresh kill.
In corner of her eyes, Iliya saw Piper pulled her dagger out of its sheath.
Jason stepped forward and said something in Latin. Then the alpha wolf curled his lip. The fur stood up along his spine. One of his lieutenants tried to advance, but the alpha wolf snapped at his ear. Then all of the wolves backed into the dark.
"Dude, I gotta study Latin." Leo's hammer shook in his hand. "What'd you say, Jason?"
Hedge cursed. "Whatever it was, it wasn't enough. Look."
The wolves were coming back, but the alpha wolf wasn't with them. They didn't attack. They waited—at least a dozen now, in a rough semicircle just outside the firelight, blocking the cave exit.
The coach hefted his club. "Here's the plan. I'll kill them all, and you guys escape."
"Coach, they'll rip you apart," Piper said.
"Nah, I'm good."
In her sight, Iliya saw the silhouette of a man coming through the storm, wading through the wolf pack.
Her gut feelings rising as her hand holds daggers tighter, her glowing eyes glared at the wolves fiercely.
"Stick together," Jason said. "They respect a pack. And Hedge, no crazy stuff. We're not leaving you or anyone else behind."
The wolves parted, and the man stepped into the firelight. His hair was greasy and ragged, the color of fireplace soot, topped with a crown of what looked like finger bones. His robes were tattered fur—wolf, rabbit, raccoon, deer, and several others Raya couldn't identify. The furs didn't look cured, and from the smell, they weren't very fresh. His frame was lithe and muscular, like a distance runner's. But the most horrible thing was his face. His thin pale skin was pulled tight over his skull. His teeth were sharpened like fangs. His eyes glowed bright red like his wolves'—and they fixed on Jason with absolute hatred.
