Moon Battle (The Wolf Wars #4) by H. D. Gordon

Author:H. D. Gordon [Gordon, H. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 41574370
Published: 2018-08-28T23:00:00+00:00

She ran headfirst into utter chaos.

The irony scent of blood hung thick in the air, and the snarls and growls reminded her of the many nights she’d been ringside as the Dogs fought, tending to the whims of her master while he enjoyed watching the Wolves tear each other to shreds in the metal cage known as The Ring.

Torches lit the scene, but shadows ruled the night, and Nahari caught flashes of fur and fangs, whips and barred wagons. She spotted Ozias, his massive head lowered and teeth bared, fighting off two Hounds also in Wolf form.

But there were others, as well, people who were not Wolves.

A male the size of a mountain and covered in sleek black armor was taking down the Hounds as if it were his favorite pastime. His movements were hypnotically graceful, his muscles laced with power. Hounds—both in their Wolf and mortal forms—attacked, but they were no match for his obvious honed skill.

The male warrior was not who drew her attention, however, but rather, the two Harpy females who swooped and fought from above. Nahari had never seen a Harpy in her life, but she was a child of the supernatural realms, and even slaves told stories about the other creatures with whom they shared the world.

The two Harpy females were just as fierce as the mysterious male, with wings that spanned at least twelve feet from tip to tip. Cobalt and scarlet feathers covered their heads, but their faces were more human in nature, with noses and lips rather than beaks, and eyes that glittered with mischief.

Each Harpy held two swords, with matching holsters strapped across their backs, and the Hounds could not get out of the way fast enough. As proof, the lifeless bodies of the Hounds already slain lay strewn along the mountain pass.

Four barred wagons full of slaves were filled to capacity, faces both furry and mortal staring out from inside as the battle raged beyond. Despite the strength of the warriors, the four wagons had clearly been heavily guarded, and Nahari didn’t think twice before jumping into help.

How could it be that just a few days prior, she’d been a cowering female who flinched at a raised voice?

This was a question for later.

She sailed into the fight without hesitation, years of abuse and degradation fueling her. Ozias looked more than happy to see her when she tackled one of the Hounds still engaging him, her powerful jaws clamping around the throat of the unsuspecting Wolf.

Blood filled her mouth as the Hound struggled to free himself, bucking and kicking, snarling and snapping. Around her, the Wolves howled and fought, the ones in the wagons shouting their encouragement.

Ozias took out the other Hound he’d been fighting and stared at Nahari for a couple of heartbeats through the chaos. His muzzle was coated in blood, and she could see that the Hounds had torn more patches of fur away in various places, had bitten him deeply enough to bleed. But life as a

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