The scene in front of me made me lose my mind. Clyde was chasing Chelsea who was running away screaming. Both were naked and in their human form. Suddenly the images of the rogues attack flashed through my mind. Chelsea naked and unconscious, blood and tears on her face, her attackers bent over her, the irreparable act already committed and the ordeal of her recovery.
I was going to tear that bastard to pieces for daring to touch even a hair on my sister she-wolf's head. Running as fast as my four legs would allow, I was on him in an instant. In one leap I landed on his back. He struggled to escape, but I was in my wolf form and far more lethal than he was. I was literally blinded by anger, a red veil dancing before my eyes. The monster was demanding blood and I would gladly oblige. Clyd
