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white of the snow.
     
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    The next attacker was more prepared, though, and before Alexios could regain his balance a heavy claw smashed into his head, knocking him to the ground. The ugly ripping sound of his hair being wrenched from his head pissed him off more than the pain.
     
    He flipped over and shot up off the ground, leading with his daggers. Before the shifter could get in another blow, both of Alexios‟s blades were buried in its abdomen. Alexios kept shoving upward through flesh and muscle until the shifter‟s eyes went slack, telling him the tips of his daggers had reached its heart. It took a lot to keep a wolf shifter down, and he had no time for do-overs tonight.
     
    “Oh, did the wolfie make you mad when he pulled out your pretty golden hair?”
    Christophe said, laughing.
     
    “I am so going to kick your ass when we‟re done here,” Alexios said, whirling around, searching for his next target.
     
    Christophe, already calling power, hurled a blue-green energy sphere at a shifter who was charging straight for Alexios. This sphere smashed into the wolf‟s chest and knocked him through the air a good fifteen feet, slamming him into a tree. There was an audible crack—skull or spinal cord, probably—and the shifter fell into a heap at the base of the tree, head at an unnatural angle.
     
    “That one‟s not getting up again, Lexi,” Christophe gloated.
     
    “Call me Lexi again, and my next dagger is going up your—”
     
    “Incoming!” Brennan shouted, interrupting the very real threat that Alexios had in mind.
    Alexios spun around to see two shifters charging for him in a coordinated attack.
     
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    “It seems rather unfair that all the dance partners prefer you,” Brennan said, materializing beside Alexios, throwing stars in his hands.
     
    “Well, I am prettier,” Alexios replied, grinning.
     
    Brennan‟s hands flashed out almost quicker than even an Atlantean eye could see, and two pairs of shuriken , made of Atlantean metal instead of the customary silver of Japanese throwing stars, sliced through the air and found their marks, dead center in the foreheads and hearts of each of the two shifters. Momentum carried the shifters forward a few more steps before they dropped.
     
    But by then Alexios had already turned to scan the area and see where the next threat would be coming from. Lucas was caught up in battle with two more of the attackers at the edge of the water, fangs and claws slicing, tearing, and rending. Alexios took off toward them, but some instinct tickled at the edge of his consciousness and, acting purely on instinct, he knelt and drove his daggers straight behind him and up, catching another one of the wolf shifters under its neck on its downward leap. It howled as it died, and the eerie sound shivered ice down Alexios‟s spine.
     
    He didn‟t have time for shivers, though. He sprang back up and headed for Lucas again, but by the time he‟d reached his friend, the two attackers lay on the ground, dying or dead.
     
    Brennan flashed toward them, scanning the edges of the trees for any further attackers.
    “I had thought there were more of them, but perhaps they fled.”
     
    Alexios shook his head. “I doubt it. They‟re too intent on this attack, no matter the cost.
    I‟d really like to know what was behind it.”
     
    Lucas snarled, the blood dripping from his muzzle underscoring the feral sound.
     
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    “I hate wolf shifters nearly as much as cat shifters—no offense, Lucas,” Christophe said, walking toward them. “I still can‟t believe Bastien is going to wed a kitty cat. Wonder if they‟ll need a litter box? Oh, and you might want to duck.”
     
    Brennan and Alexios hit the ground simultaneously as if choreographed; centuries of fighting together had taught them that hesitation