“Holy s**t, that’s a wolf!” Pedro exclaimed.
“What the f**k?” Romano yelled.
“He turned into a f*****g wolf, man...” the other men halted in their tracks.
Ghost slowly landed on his paws, he looked down at his powerful hands and long sharp claws gripping the earth, he sniffed the air, loving how sharpened his senses were, the strength that coursed through him. He turned around and snarled at the men.
Ryder had stopped running and began to run back to catch up with him.
Pedro looked at them, “What the f**k, are you looking at? Kill the freak!” he yelled.
As the men began firing at him again, he felt that animalistic tendency, rage like he had never known it before, it was like shock waves of electricity coursing through him, his eyes snapped at them, and the bluish-grey eyes of the wo
