Three heavily built men step into my path, causing me to careen to a hasty stop. None of them are armed, yet raw power emanates from them like smoke. My father’s guards; I realize. Three of the strongest werewolves in the Lysidas pack.
“You don’t want to fight me.” I say, baring my teeth and letting my fingers elongate into claws.
I’m hoping to intimidate them enough into letting me through, but I know that’s simply a pipe dream. I must fight them, and with every second that passes, Fauna is getting closer to those papers. Not to mention I’m outnumbered; three against one; if they’d been human, it would’ve been easier, but my skills are matched.
Maybe even surpassed.
“On the contrary.” The man on the left replies, grinning evilly and showing a set of teeth probably twice the normal amo
