"If it gets to dangerous Lottie I will be getting you out of there even if you order me to stay." I give him a single nod. Taking a step back he shifts back into his wolf and Cole is quick to help me back onto him, tightening something around my waist and back around Reynolds front legs. Cole exhales deeply and shakes his head, grumbling again. "He's going to kill us. Then probably tie you to the bed." His eyes meet mine and we exchange a knowing glance. If it were any other time I wouldn't be complaining about the idea but I had to concentrate. "Think about this again Lottie." He was pleading with me now, a small whimper leaving his muzzle. My hand rubs over his fur, hoping to reassure him. "I can help Reynolds. You just need to keep me safe while I do." "I'll always keep you safe Lottie." The other wolves bristled around us as Cole stood at the doors. He gave me another look, asking me again not do this but I nod to the door telling him to open them. Pulling the doors open Cole instantly shifts, nosing the doors open completely. The sounds of the battle going on outside push against my ears through the now open doors. The whimpers of wolves caused my chest to tighten and I fell forward a little on Reynolds neck. My heart hurt to know that the wolves that I was supposed to lead were being wounded. "Lottie," Reynolds backed up a few steps, away from the door. "I'm fine." Pushing back up from his neck, I breathe deeply trying to loosen the feeling in my chest. "Let's go." Putting all of his strength into his hind legs Reynolds pushes himself off the ground and out the door. The walls of the castle fly past us as Reynolds takes me back down to where the main fight is. Getting ready I stretch my hand back and pull out one of the arrows and draw it up. Reaching the first floor Reynolds skids to another stop. I knew he wasn't going to get me to close to an actual fight and that was what was happening right in front of us. Three castle guards were battling four rebels. Lifting my bow, I take aim and release the arrow into one of the closest rebels. The silver of the arrow whistled through air as it lodged it's self into the sensitive are of the rebels rugged skin of its neck. The rebel fell to the ground without even a whimper. It didn't move as the warrior that was fighting it turned its attention to another. I'd just killed a wolf. My thoughts couldn't stay with what I had done for long. My eyes saw another rebel sink its teeth into a warrior's hind leg. Grabbing another arrow, I release it into the rebel. I had missed my mark of letting it land in his neck and instead I got him just behind his shoulder. With the last rebel down another one of my wolf's jumps in, sinking its teeth in to the rebel's neck and pulling out a chunk of skin. The sight of the bloody chunk of flesh sitting on the once white marble floor makes me gag a little but I don't have time to react as the wolves that were fighting before are now leading us out to the field. I had expected some of the wolves to give me a strange look but when they turned back to look at me they gave me a quick nod and moved to stand in closer to the formation that my guards had created around me. The respect they felt for me rolled of them and I felt that the respect and my need to protect gave them all that they needed to continue to fight. Instantly my eyes fall on the black and white wolf across the field that was Ryder. He was fighting off three wolves at once and I hoped desperately that one of them wasn't George. Pulling my eyes back from him I look over at all the other wolves that were fighting. I only had a hundred, well ninety eight arrows and there were many more rebels than that. Reynolds was surveying the area and debating which fight was the least dangerous to get me close to. He looked towards where there were only a few wolves fighting and he moved around the back of them. It took me only a minute to have the arrows buried in the two rebels and have them dead at the feet of the warriors. "Take me in close to them." I say to Reynolds before he has the chance to take me around to more wolves. Reynolds actually growls at me a little, the fur around my fingers sticking up a little as he does. "I just want my arrows back." Slowly he walks closer to the wolves that didn't have a heartbeat and were gradually shifting back to their human forms. He had his lips pulled back ready to attack if they were to suddenly pop up. Reaching down over the side of Reynolds I pry out the silver arrows and slide them back into the satchel after wiping the blood off on the thick black denim of my jeans. Before I even have the chance to properly string up another arrow, I'm freeing it and watching it land into a rebel that was attacking Cole on my left. The rebel let out a small whimper as it struck him in the side of his stomach but he didn't stop fighting his claws trying to get a desperate hold in anywhere on Cole's body. Cole was moving too fast to feel the sting of the rebel's claws however. Cyrus, who had been on the right of Reynolds and I, noticed that Cole wasn't getting far and pounced over the back of Reynolds, tackling the rebel to the ground. Cole took his chance with the rebel down and sunk his teeth into its neck with the intent to kill. I had to turn my head away from the drips of blood moving down Cole's muzzle. I felt bile rise in my throat at the sight and then my body sway a little. Being a human girl I thought I would have been ok with the sight of blood but I felt turned off on it in that moment. As I looked back up I noticed that a number of the rebels were falling back into the woods with a promising growl of return to the wolves that were still standing. My eyes moved back over to where I knew Ryder was. He was still fighting off another wolf that was covered in more scars than fur.