The ground bursts open and long thin vines race towards the panther shifters. They howl in fear and jump out of the way. I laugh angrily, as the vines change direction, almost as if they have a mind of their own and chase the shifters.
“It’s her!” one of them shouts. “She’s controlling them!”
“How?!” his companion hisses. “The dealer said—ugh!”
He’s thrown against a wall by one of the vines and there’s a loud cracking sound as he slumps to the ground, unconscious.
“Knock her out!” One of the panthers screams.
I see three of them rush towards me. While the vines manage to stop two of them, one of them manages to get through. His claws extended, he slashes against my neck, aiming for the most vulnerable part. Even as I try to defend myself, the already seeping blood has weakened me
