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What do you do when your supposed savior was slumped on the ground, pissing herself in fear? Right. You do the saving yourself as you have no damned choice. With one loud scream, I threw a massive fireball toward the incoming terror that was my mother. A brown werewolf the size of a rhinoceros with blazing flames for eyes. That's my mother. Holy crap. The fireball hit Lilibelle in the skull, stopping her from her frenzied running. She shook her head twice and ventured her burning gaze back toward us. A loud and deep growl emanated from her throat as she bared her teeth more to the point that I saw her pink gums. Her form wasn't capable of words, so she barked and snarled at me as though she was nagging. Pawing at the ground, she charged again. Greta was still stunned. "Damn it!" I