I looked at the wolf and instinct took over. I pushed James aside and lunged through the window, shifting as I did so. My clothes tore from my body and fell to the floor. The wolf was running. I didn’t care about the cuts on my body from the broken glass. I didn’t care about anything else at that moment, I just needed to kill him.
The wolf stopped in the middle of the clearing and his stench bothered my nostrils. We circled each other and I spotted five other wolves emerging from between the trees. I was outnumbered. He had lured me here and he had won this round. I could not take on six wolves.
Then I heard them in my head, they were close. Malachi, Garrick, and James; they had followed me without question. We all stood there in the clearing, growling at each other. We could not communi
