Caedmon's POV
We crash against each other. I won't budge. As he keeps pushing, I pick up as much strength as possible to push him out. He starts hitting my back with his elbows, and with a scream, I push him against the wall, smashing into it twice before we fall through it. I can feel hair starting to grow out of his skin. He is starting to shift, and I take this opportunity to do the same. We are outdoors. There are still some human stragglers running around. I have some warriors still in the shadows. He is a lycan... Towering around at least seven feet tall, he is large and menacing. His fur was dark, almost black, with piercing eyes that shone in a violet hue. I shifted just as quickly, and Fenrir was aching for a turn to fight. We may be wolves, but as an alpha, Fenrir is large by n
