The Were-Wolf
She turned like a flash with a beastly snarl, teeth and eyes gleaming again. Her axe shone, on the upstroke, on the downstroke, as she hacked at his hand. She had lopped it off at the wrist, but that he parried with the bear–spear. Even then, she shore through the shaft and shattered the bones of the hand at the same blow, so that he loosed perforce.
Then again they raced on as before, Christian not losing a pace, though his left hand swung useless, bleeding and broken.
The snarl, indubitable, though modified from a woman's organs, the vicious fury revealed in teeth and eyes, the sharp arrogant pain of her maiming blow, caught away Christian's heed of the beasts behind, by striking into him close vivid realisation of the infinitely greater danger that ran before him in that deadly Thing.
When he bethought him to look behind, lo! the pack had but reached their
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