A rogue wolf lunged at me, its teeth bared and eyes gleaming with hunger. I closed my eyes, bracing for the end, but a powerful growl pierced the chaos. I opened my eyes just in time to see a flash of white—Gloria's wolf. She collided with the rogue, knocking it off course. She was a blur of fur and fury, ripping through the rogues with a savagery that took my breath away.
"Run, Sunshine!" she shouted through the mind-link, her voice fierce and commanding. "Run, now!"
But I couldn't leave her. Not her too. "Gloria, no!" I cried, but she wasn't listening. She was fighting off three rogues at once, her beautiful white fur matted with blood—hers and theirs. She killed one, then another, but a third rogue sank its teeth into her neck. I saw the light in her eyes flicker, her body shuddering under the weight of the wound.
"No! Gloria!" I screamed, feeling the world collapse around me as I watched her fall, her body going limp in the dirt. She had fought for me, died for me. I should have been the one. I should have—