The wolves come from all around, and they all come to me. There must be a hundred of them and they're growling and snarling. They're hungry for the kill and they're all coming to get me.
I try to speak, but I'm in too much pain.
"What are we going to do?" I ask.
The wolves stop, and I realize they're standing in a circle around me.
"Well," I say. "It's not like I'm in any condition to defend myself."
The wolves stare at me, confused.
"There's no honor in that sort of killing. No fun, either," I continue.
I don't know what I'm saying. I don't know where this bravery is coming from. I definitely don't know if it's going to work, but I have to try something, and with my body too weak to fight, strategy is all I've got.
"So, here's what I propose," I say. "Take me to your alpha
