The wolves should have seen the difference in rank between Vicky and I and left only one yellowish brown wolf to deal with me, the other two were off to deal with Vicky.
My mind was always upbeat, and it was times like this that I even wanted to taunt Vicky in her ear - see, this is special treatment for high ranking bloods.
But soon I can't see Vicky anymore, and this werewolf behind me is no good.
He advanced almost against my back, his ragged panting and blazing heat so oppressive that I didn't dare turn around or stop.
I knew that once I slowed down a bit, he would bite my head off.
In the moonlight, we leapt from the ground to the eaves of the house, ran wildly forward, and after a while jumped from the eaves back to the ground.
Such a game of chase pissed off the werewolf follo
