The scarred wolf lunged. Daniel had only a heartbeat to react. He threw himself backward, barely missing the snap of powerful jaws. Snow exploded around him as he hit the ground hard, pain jolting up his spine.
The rest of the pack shifted forward, agitated, ready to pounce. A single mistake and they’d tear him apart. He scrambled for balance, heart hammering, but the scarred wolf was already circling back, growling—preparing for another strike.