Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

He could hear a lot of kerfuffle going on behind him, but it all dimmed to a wash of white noise as his instincts began to shut down his body. It was supposed to be fight or flight, but Mason could do neither, and his brain couldn’t cope. Luckily he did not know how reckless Zaria was being, or he may have thought she was intent on getting rid of him, thanks to his abhorrent reaction to her mateship.

Mason was jiggled when Shardul sent a flailing paw at his attacked – a wolf Mason could not see. Suddenly sharp teeth bit deeper into his flesh than they had previously ventured. It was all that was required to cause a wail of abandon to be unleashed from Mason’s throat. His yelp melded into a cry of horror, a wail of pain and fear. It echoed around him and he closed his eyes tight, desperately hoping someone would rescue him.