My beast is raging, trying to get an advantage. She throws Mason across the room. I try to get the other three off me; Marcus has my right shoulder in his jaws. Tim and Maddick has my arms.
“Take off her head Marcus, we cannot hold her too much longer. “I do not know if it was intentional, but I feel Marcus' hold on me loosen. I pull up and my jaws grab onto Tim's arm and I started to shake until I heard a snap.. He let’s go and I grab Maddick by the throat and toss him out the window. I turn around and cone face to face with Mason who is holding a gun, and he unloads it into my chest.
Fire, that is what I feel, fire burning my chest. But it does not seem to stop Malka, it seems to motivate her more.
I am going on the defense; I do not know why but I feel weak. Our energy is draining
