Hundred and seventy-two

"How do you know about this?" Sandro asked Blaze, glancing aside as he spotted an attacker rushing toward him.

"A call from Janice," Blaze replied, landing a punch on the approaching assailant's face. He swiftly snapped the neck and tossed the body toward another, causing a stumble.

Wrinkling his nose at their scent, Blaze noted they were werewolves, but much more powerful than the ordinary werewolf.

Thalia and Sandro might handle a few, but he doubted he or Arabella could last much longer, especially him.

The lingering wolfsbane in his system weakened him, and he wondered how he remained standing.

"Your whore," Sandro sneered, "How did she get the information?"

"Janice isn't my whore, and I don't know. Let's be grateful she's helping us escape," Blaze said.

"I am grateful," Sandro rolled his eyes, snarling as he tackled three approaching attackers.

"We can discuss any issues later; for now, let's focus on surviving," Blaze urged, hearing grunts not from Sandro, Arabella, or Thalia.