Lucius
I'd never been more grateful about taking the self-defense course my father had made me go through he moment I turned fifteen. Experience was the only hung keeping my head still attached to my neck becauseeeee this wolf was bent on killing me.
I had lunged to my left—a mistake I realised too late— and as I landed on my seriously injured arm, I let out a string of curses. The pain I felt was out of this world.
Without waiting for me to recover, the wolf moved with clear intent, yellow eyes filled with anger and disgust. I briefly wondered who the wolf was.
While the wolf gained momentum, I scanned my surroundings rapidly for a weapon. The wound on my arm would make shifting a thousand times painful than usual. I would have to defend myself in human form, whether liked it or not.
