Her wolf seemed to have grown. It was bigger, way bigger than it had once been and though she did not understand why, she ran forward, launching her first attack.

The wolf was quick to avoid it, hitting her right over. It growled as Kiara stood to her feet again, the sound too bloodthirsty to be real. It ran after her; fast and strong and Kiara wasn’t sure what to do, how to respond. Her body moved on instincts, but she was too slow, the wolf had already situated itself over her.

She wiggled beneath it, whimpering when it’s paws scraped against her vulnerable stomach. It leaned closer, growling in her face, it’s saliva dripping on her white fur with ease.

What was going to happen to her now? Fear slowly devoured the anger that had been running through her and she shrunk back, trying to appear way smaller than she was. All the strength she thought she had had dissipated and now she was just scared...

Scared to die...was this how Zique felt or did he feel worst? He was stabbed when he l