A filthy-looking wolf suddenly lunged at Eleanor from the shadows. It had to be a rogue—huge, wild-eyed, and radiating an aura of pure violence.
"Ah!" she screamed, face going pale.
Gritting her teeth, Eleanor shifted into her wolf form. Her small frame darted forward with agility, but she just wasn't fast enough. He was gaining on her fast, snapping his teeth with bloodthirsty growls.
She barely had time to react before he tackled her to the ground. She kicked and squirmed frantically, panting hard.
Panic overwhelmed Eleanor. She clenched her eyes shut, bracing for the end.
But instead of pain, she heard the rogue shriek in agony.
The pressure on her chest vanished. She scrambled up with a gasp and opened her eyes—only to see a much larger wolf standing between her and
