Ellie.
"Unlike humans, werewolves rely on their wolves for strength. You need to let her out, give her control before you make a move," my dad says, and I nod, trying to do as he says.
"Let that energy surge through you. Do you feel her?" he murmurs, and I nod, closing my eyes. I can feel her. Her strength, power. It feels amazing.
"Assess your opponent and identify their weak points," I open my eyes and lowly growl. Weak points, I stare at the man, assessing him.
My hands are already forming claws. I feel so good. It is as if I am floating in the air. I feel untouchable.
"Show me what you got, baby," the man says, and I can tell his wolf is present too. His eyes are gleaming yellow and I wonder what color mine are.
"Attack," my dad commands, and just when I am about to do it, my mum
