Ivory
The moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light casting long, eerie shadows over the field where the rioters had stood to protest their grievances against me, now turned a battle field with strange wolves tearing at the crowd. The easy casualties were the first set of people that were unable to shifty before the attack. It was sudden and quick.
The world around me blurred into a frenzy of chaos and noise as the wolves attacked. The air was thick with the acrid scent of fear and blood.
I barely had time to process what was happening before my instincts took over. I felt a surge of determination, my heart pounding as I shifted into my wolf form. My fur bristled, and a low growl rumbled from deep within me.
I knew I had to protect Cole and our people. There was no time for doubt.
