Page 56 of Full Moon
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His eyes narrow into slits for a moment. "No. It won't explode."
"Problem solved." I look at each of them—my mates, my family, my reason for fighting.
If this goes wrong, they'll have to watch me die.
But if I don't do this, we all die anyway.
"Everyone into position." I shift into my wolf form, feeling my muscles coil with power, my senses sharpen to razor edges.
The frost worm is ancient. Deadly. A creature of nightmare and legend.
But I am a winter wolf.
The last of my kind.
And I am not afraid.
I launch myself toward the nest, ready to test just how fast I can really go.
