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We were all so stunned, nobody moved or even thought about moving. Not until Ramon let out another growl and lunged at us with his powerful wolf legs.
We scampered around the camp, while Ramon chased after us.
“What do we do?” Cora asked, raising her hands in front of her. I wasn’t sure punching a werewolf would be the best option, but I knew her sword was inside the tent. She wouldn’t use it even if she had it with her.
“Don’t hurt him!” Theron shouted. “Remember, it’s Ramon!”
Shit. How could we contain him without hurting him? He was a freaking werewolf!
Felix jumped into the fray and engaged Ramon. They circled each other, giving us some breathing room while we thought of a plan.
Don’t hurt him, I told Felix.
Busy with his blood-lusting opponent, the lion didn’t answer me.
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