As Myra watched Draven enter the open space, she saw the other wolves feeding on a corpse, their heads buried in the meat.
It was then that she had a stark realization: it wasn't just a wild animal, but one of the werewolves.
A perpetuating horror burned through her veins as she clasped a hand over her lips to stop herself from hyperventilating and inevitably giving out her position.
When she senses tension in the air, specifically a cold, chilling feeling of bloodlust, she stiffens, triggered by the alpha's command, 'Myra, run!'
Draven roars as his body transforms, shifting into his wolf form just as the bloodlust erupts.
The other three wolves had joined the attack, leaving Draven no opening, just as Myra screamed his name in horror at the scene unfolding before her.
“Draven…oh m
