My hands smash against the cold concrete ground. Whipping my head around, I see a large black wolf with blue eyes land on top of the man, jaws aimed at his neck.
The man reaches up, jabbing something into Shepard’s side and pushing him off. Shepard lets out a painful whine as the man scrambles out the backdoor, disappearing into the night. Quickly I turn to Shepard, who’s already morphed back to a human and is clutching his side.
“Rose? Are you alright?” Pops yells from the other room. I call back to him, letting him know I’m fine. Then I turn back to Shepard, concerned.
“Bastard had a knife,” he growls, a small stain of red growing on his now dirty shirt. “Hey, Hastings, still got the other one?”
“The boy’s still here, mutt.” Pops calls back, a slight edge in his
