Landrey had long forgone the idea of grabbing Jacob and squeezing the young man to a pulp. Now he would simply attack him with a flurry of unpredictable strikes. In his experience, it was impossible to evade every single one.
The man-wolf did not hesitate. His right arm began to glow with a dark red hue as he growled ferociously, raising it gradually. Several shadow-like structures began to manifest from the ground, taking the shape of large direwolves with different features, all snarling hungrily, ready to devour any prey that stood before them.
They had eyes blacker than night, fangs sharper than daggers, and burning hot saliva dripping from their jaws, evaporating as soon as it touched the ground.
