=Niven’s Wolf=
Five wolves, one human. The scents wafted into my nostrils taking root in my brain. I wasn’t being weighed down by Niven anymore, I was free to embrace every aspect of myself that Niven kept pressed down. It was liberating to be a full wolf, I could smell the ferals that circled them, five of them. No. I stopped taking another whiff, twelve ferals? How could so many be circling them? Was I going to get there too late?
Skidding to a halt I saw the ferals. They were rushing back and forth until they spotted me. I let out a growl warning one to tempt me. They were dark wolves, ones that could cover themselves in the night, me I was like a beacon of white light with golden eyes shining through the trees.
One particularly dumb feral decided I wasn’t a challenge and rushed af
