William
I lower my head and hiss at Josh. I'm not afraid of his wolf. Magic is coursing through my veins, and my body is large enough to take on the mean-looking mutt. I will tear him to shreds.
My muscles are tensing, readying themselves for battle.
Josh growls and launches himself at me. I grab hold of his neck and throw him away. While I'm distracted, his pack members jump for me and dig their teeth into my skin to draw blood.
I cry out in tremendous pain. My limbs are burning as if someone had drowned me in oil and thrown a matchstick over me. I want to give up and scream at the top of my lungs, but I realize I have to act to save my life.
And I'm not a saint—I snap another werewolf's neck, and its body slips down on the asphalt to join my collection.
Heavy panting
