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All Aventus could do as the wolverine pummelled the back of his neck with ferocious intent was flatten himself as much as possible. He probably outweighed the thing, given how much growing he’d been doing recently, but its sneak attack gave it the advantage. It landed several painful bites to his nape and shoulders before Astara managed to haul it off him.

He didn’t know if he was bleeding or not. The sight of his own blood might have been enough to petrify him, but Aventus lurched to his feet instead, whirling around to join the fight with a boyish roar. Astara had the beast by its backside. Aventus, having experienced the front end of that thing, was too clever to approach its head directly.

He swung to the vulnerable side when it curled on itself to try to harm his mother, sinking sharp little teeth into its exposed flank.