Jack pointed his spear at the lupus argenti, then charged toward it with a wild battle cry that echoed in the air. Clutching my knife tightly in my hand, I followed after him, too. He ran straight for the beast, stabbing at it with his spear ferociously. However, the lupus argenti was simply too fast for Jack. It reared up on its back legs, dodging Jack's attacks, and slashed down with its claws. I veered off to the side, trying to avoid the blade-sharp claws that stuck out of its paws. I thrust my knife at the massive wolf blindly as I dodged, but it was to no avail. I dared not get close enough to be within striking distance.
Rearing up on its hind legs again, the lupus argenti let out a long, deafening howl. If Jack's cry had echoed around the peaks and rattled the trees around us, the
