“Back off,” Mila told me. We paced backward, avoiding the werewolves coming for us. She held her machete and her eyes stared strong at the wolves. We’re being outnumbered. I don’t have the strength to fight any of them. I should’ve not gotten myself in this place at this time.
The wolves started to growl, hungry for taste, and passionate for blood. I almost scratched my arms. My body trembled into fear. What can we do now? Mila’s a human; she doesn’t have the strength of a werewolf. I’m a half-blood who was not ready to turn into a wolf.
I’m gonna die!
“Catherine!” Mila screamed and tried to attack two of the wolves. We split. She’s on the right side of her house, in the kitchen, while I was in the living room with two other wolves trying to make me prey.
Mila has a weapon. I
