Rachel's POV Silence spread throughout the field of my backyard. Everything and everyone went still. It was as if I commanded the entire atmosphere to halt for a moment.My eyes are still glued to Joyce. Her body was twisted under the men, and her one good eye sparkled with hope as she watched me walk to her. I had no idea how I could help her. I just knew I couldn't leave her. Not like this. I may not have a wolf, but I was a decent fighter in hand to hand combat. My dad made sure I practiced. I never missed a class. Even when I broke my hand, he forced me to continue to train. He said that in a real fight, no one would show me mercy. That more than likely, I would get hurt. And since I couldn't shift to heal myself, I would have to keep fighting if I wanted to survive. I would have to push through my weakness as a wolfless werewolf and fight through. I just needed to fight long enough for Clayton or our other men to get to us. Joyce and I would survive tonight. The men burst into

Rachel's POVThe thudding of my own heart beat tuned out any noise that was happening around me. I stared towards Jean's direction and saw his wolf aiming right for me. His eyes were blood red. I noticed that for a big man, his wolf was just fairly average in size. His size gave me a tiny boost of confidence. I've sparred against bigger wolves in my pack. His fur was a deep sandy color with the ends of the hair tipped in black, and they stood on the edge of his back as his rage grew from my resistance to go down without a fight. "You need to move now!" Again, the unknown females voice pulsed in my head. Instead of questioning the voice, I obliged. I swiftly rolled off my belly just as Jean's wolf landed where I once laid. I yanked the rake to me, rolled to my feet, and jumped behind the tree. I saw a blur of sandy fur pass right by me as I took shelter against the tree. I stepped on the end of the rake, braking it to form a pointy weapon. I hissed under my breath as the gash in