As expected, our bold move caught the rest of the harpies’ attention. Shrieks echoed through the night sky as they seemingly coordinated their next attack. They organized themselves in rows of more than fifty, giving us no time to think before they started swooping down again.
“What’s the plan now?” I asked Zahra through the mindlink.
“Harpies are smart. They won’t fall for the same trick again. But there’s another way to bring a bird down.”
“Water,” I pointed out. Holly nodded in agreement.
The creatures’ talons were inches away from our faces when the light gray she-wolf stomped the ground with her front paws. Almost immediately, the ground started shaking. Jets of water were sent through the soil and into the air. The pressure alone was enough to force the harpies back, but when the
