Biting down on my lip to try and hide the pain and lift the fork, going in as much force as I could towards him. He turns to me again, but this time he lowers his body ready for attack. As he looked me right in the eye, I could see that I had to react fast and hope that I struck him with a deadly strike or I would be the one who will be dying. As he jumped forward, I lifted the fork and hit him right in the chest. With a howl, he fell down to the ground as I followed him. The pain in my leg was too much to bear. I tried to sit up to see what the damage was, but all I could see was blood streaming onto the cement floor. I turned my head to see if the wolf was dead but could not believe my eyes. In its place was a man, a very naked man with a fork in his chest. All my mind was telling me was
