I opened my mouth and held Douda's neck with my teeth, and bit his neck.
Driven by anger, I ignored the taste of Douda's blood spreading in my mouth and increased the intensity of the bite.
Lama lunged at me again when she saw that I wasn't giving up on Douda, and how Douda was now struggling for his life.
Angered by her inciscent distraction, I threw Douda away and turned to Lama and sent her flying out with my claws.
And she landed very far away, hard on the ground, and started bleeding profusely.
Seeing Douda's lifeless body, the werewolf rogue began to retract, and ran away in droves.
I turned, and saw a little girl looking at me.
She had tears in her eyes, but looked courageous and confident.
I did not see fear in her.
Lying still beside her, is a body of a dead woman
