When Clara heard that, she only managed to give instructions to take care of Fenrir and ran off in the direction of where her mates were. The image she found was not a pleasant one.

Ethan, turned wolf had his once golden eyes completely red, he had shattered the muzzle and now his fangs were buried to the base in Dixon's arm. He growled but did not move, if he did he would most likely tear his arm completely off. Blood ran down the limb falling to the ground.

She walked toward them when Dixon shouted at her.

-DO NOT COME NEAR -there was a clear warning in his voice- He has no control of himself, he cannot recognize us.

Clara looked from one to the other. Ethan hadn't even noticed her presence. Maybe if she... she could try. As Dixon had told her she didn't move, but instead let out some of her pheromones around the wolf. If he didn't recognize her by sight, at least by scent he would. He was sure of it.

Dixon just waited. He knew what Clara was doing, in the end, she was the only one