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She expected teeth - the blunt attack caught her off-guard, and there was no way for the dog to defend.

When his body slammed into hers, Diesel was sent tumbling backwards and onto her backside. Flashes of memory came, of jaws clamping about her throat, and she twisted and rushed onto all fours. Keeping low to the ground, fawn hackles raised, she backed away from the wolf, growling and snarling, saliva dripping.

But she did not move to strike.