She barreled into the nearest coyote, slamming her claws on it and closing her jaws around its neck. It yelped, and blood poured into its sandy fur. In a moment it lay still. Three others sprang at the wolfhound.
“She’ll be killed,” Evie said, her breath catching. “They’ll kill her.”
But Mab wouldn’t be left out of the fight. Her purpose was to defend the house.
Mab writhed and caught a coyote by the throat, even as another scraped its claws down her back. She didn’t seem to notice, wanting only to kill her enemies. Arthur’s sword swung again, another coyote fell, and Evie hoped that Arthur could kill enough of them to be able to help Mab before the coyotes finished her.
It would be far too close. For every throat Mab ripped out, two more coyotes rose up to sink their fangs into her legs and flanks. Arthur stood on the hood now, slashing to keep them away from her, hollering at them to get away.
A bright light flashed, like lightning, though the sky held no storm clouds. Arthur fell to his knees, shielding his eyes with his left arm, and the coyotes yipped and cowered away.
A voice rumbled a word that Evie couldn’t make out, but it rattled her bones. Sh
e covered her ears to make it stop. They all covered their ears, even Arthur. He kept Excalibur in hand, though he hunched over on the hood of the car, distracted. Vulnerable.
Evie thought the worst until the coyotes, the dozen or so that were left, gathered themselves and ran, bundles of wounded fur and muscle racing from the driveway onto the prairie.
A falcon hovered over the newly cleared driveway. Then another flash of light blazed, and the falcon disappeared.
Merlin stood before them, his sleeves rolled up, the top button of his shirt undone.
At once, they all left the car. Claw marks scored the paint all over it. Arthur jumped off the roof and met his friend and mentor, clasping his arms.
“A simple scouting mission, you said,” Merlin grumbled.
Evie and her father went to Mab, who was panting hard and trying to pick herself up. The hound was more red than gray, bleeding from gouges taken out of her neck, shoulders, back, flanks, and belly. She flattened her ears, peered up at them, wagged her tail a couple of times, and didn’t make a sound.
Cradling Mab’s head, Evie heard herself making nonsensical comforting noises, telling Mab what a good girl she was. She was a foolish dog, really—she didn’t have to fling herself into the fight like that. She should have stayed safe. But she was a dog with a mission, and who was Evie to criticize?
Her father took longer to lower himself to the ground, on obviously complaining limbs. He hissed with pain before adding his own voice to Mab’s praises. “That’s a girl, it’s okay, girl.”
Alex knelt beside her. “How is she?”
First aid didn’t seem remotely useful. Evie said, “I don’t know.”
“Well, her tail’s still wagging, so it can’t be too bad, eh?”
Mab’s watery gaze seemed to ask him if he were joking.
“Can you do something for her?” Frank rubbed Mab’s head, almost absently.
“I’ve been a soldier for over three thousand years. I ought to be able to dress a few wounds. Let’s see if we can get her into the house.”
“I’ve got her.” Arthur had joined them. He got to one knee and scooped the hound up in his arms. Mab’s immense body nearly obscured him, but he hefted the weight with seemingly little effort. He moved slowly and carefully. Mab yelped once, but didn’t struggle.
Slowly, with Frank leading the way and Alex walking near Arthur, they went into the house.
Merlin hung back, scanning the prairie around the house. Evie waited for him.
“They’re out there,” he said. “A gathering storm. They’ll lay siege to the place.”
Movement caught her gaze. She looked out to what had drawn his attention. A few coyotes remained, loping around the edge of the property. They didn’t approach or make any threatening moves; rather, they seemed to be patrolling, marking a circuit around the house, watching for anything that might approach, or try to leave.
“What do we do?” she asked.
“Wait. Plan. Pray, if you’re so inclined.”
And whom did one pray to, when deities appeared and kidnapped your father? They went to the house. Merlin backed up to the porch, keeping his gaze outward, still searching the surrounding fields.