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... .
Fast.
Faster than anything those Class B idiots had thrown at us.
But speed doesn’t mean a damn thing if you’re predictable.
"Garrick—front!"
Garrick stepped forward, raising his gauntlet to meet the first wolf head-on.
Clang!
Metal met fangs. The impact echoed as Garrick stood his ground, barely budging. The wolf snarled, pushing harder, but Garrick didn’t give an inch.
"Push back!" I ordered.
Garrick’s muscles tensed— ...
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