Renee Morgan was moved deep down, and felt even more determined to save them.
She gripped the torch and moved to the front. Suddenly, she sped up, leveraging her body to roll a few times on the ground, tumbling right into the middle of the wolf pack, swinging her torch toward the back of a wolf's neck.
It was a classic Merrick wolf, its fur long and jet-black, not a single stray strand, and Renee's torch ignited the fur on its neck, flames spreading to its back, burning the skin behind its neck and back. It howled with a miserable, piercing scream from the pain, loosening its jaws from the human it was biting, rolling on the ground, trying to put out the fire.
The other wolves saw this and stared warily at Renee, crouching low, their bodies tense, ready to spring.
Renee repeated the trick to save another person. When she turned her head, dozens of wolves were already eyeing her hungrily.
The two big guys were injured; otherwise, KO-ing the wolf pack would've still been possible.
