She struck air, but even that sang up her arms to her shoulders. Then the full force of the wolf struck her, sent her flying. Pain, the shock of it, the bitter, bitter cold of it ripped through her side. Instinct --survival-- had her clamping her hand around its throat to hold back the snap of its jaws.
--- SHADOW SPELL by Nora Roberts, page 180, paragraph 1.
This is the last paragraph I read.