'1… 5… 7…'
Lucian's lips moved faintly as he counted under his breath, looking at each of them, moving his gaze across the monsters, shifting from each of the wolves moving around him.
They didn't instantly rush at him, silently circling around him, almost like they were doing a ritual before they would prey on him.
"27…" Lucian muttered quietly, finishing the counting.
If there were more, then he didn't know, and he really hoped there weren't.
A soft exhale escaped his lips as his shoulders lowered slightly, and he prepared himself for what was about to come.
"Fucking he—"
Even before he could curse properly—
They moved.
All the wolves lunged at him from all directions, their bodies exploding, their jaws wide open, fangs glinting as they aimed to tear him apart.
The silence broke, and chaos surged.
Lucian reacted instantly.
He sidestepped sharply, twisting his body to the right, dodging a wolf's open jaws.
At the same moment—
Another dagger appeared in his left hand.
