I did not want to run and leave Trisha at the mercy of her attackers, no matter how much she screeched the word. As a werewolf, I’m stronger than these men, even if I’m an Omega. I will be able to fight them off.
But I do not have any sort of fight training whatsoever, so this is going to be hard. Trisha fights them like she’s got experience, swinging with precision, kicking them and throwing them around, taking hits herself without falling down. There was intention behind every one of her punches and kicks.
Unlike me.
Yet still, instead of running, I start swinging at the men who were closing in on me.
“Stay back!” I yell at them, feeling desperately feral in being cornered like this. “Let us go! We don’t even know who you are!”
The men dodge as start to rotate, trying to get any of
