Haizea roared, a choked, ragged sound, at the small party of Wildermen who surrounded her. She was suspended by her arms between two branches, her feet bound and anchored to the ground by a stake. The Wildermen held sticks, spears and torches and they pointed these instruments at her as though she were an animal, surrounded and trapped against a rock.
But she had earned their fear by taking three of them out the moment she had woken to find herself being carried through the forest. A quick elbow to nose of one and a double head collision for the other two had knocked all three of them out. The satisfaction of seeing them fearful of her now served as a mild anesthetic, barely masking the pain, yet making it that little bit more bearable. But their precautions were needless. Her wolf ha
