Domenico
I ran toward Jeanette, one of the people who sat on the council. She had already transformed into a werewolf. She stood over eight feet tall. She leaned back and roared. Before I could get to her, Gwenith swung a rose-gold dagger at my chest. Ducking, I punched her in the stomach. She staggered back but flew toward me landing a knee in my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeanette running for the cemetery. My mother was hot on her trail.
Catching her arm, I forced her to drop the dagger. Picking it up, I body slammed her to the ground. Checking her, I felt for her dagger. When my hands closed around it, I thrust it into her body several times. When she fell and her eyes glazed over, I stood.
A werewolf howled. A few minutes later several wolves howled in response.
I ran
