[TW: Mild Gore & Violence]
Every bit of my body was paralyzed in fear when the brown wolf turned its attention away from Soren, who was still locked in battle with the first attacker. The second one slowly stalked towards me, and I frantically tried to search for the metal rod I had dropped in my peripheral vision.
Before I could locate it, the wolf had pounced. My knees gave out from under me, and I collapsed to the ground in horror.
I needed something― anything. The inability to shift severely handicapped me in situations like these. It was going to be the same thing all over again, just like what had happened at Willow's funeral.
Only, I didn't expect things to really play the same way.
A large black wolf — far bigger than any of the foreign wolves I had seen thus far — jumped in front of me. It tackled the brown wolf easily, its jaws clamping down on its neck before biting down without any hesitation.
A sickening crack echoed through the air.
