The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, but I quickly regrouped and stood by Carlisle, snarling at the other rogues.
Ignoring Carlisle's wolfishly bewildered expression, I leapt over him and attacked the on coming wolf.
I continued my attack until I was suddenly tackled from behind. Before I could react, the wolf bit down on shoulder, refusing to let go. I let out a scream of terror, which ended up to be a howl or pain.
Within seconds, the wolf was pulled off of me, leaving me broken on the ground with large amounts of blood pouring from the wound.
Carlisle leered above me, almost as if he was inspecting me.
Damn i***t doesn't know it's me.
I quickly stood up, lifting up my left paw to help ease the added pain in my shoulder. Then I noticed Carlisle's wolf. There was dried
