The blood soon invaded my mouth, forcing me to swallow; over and over again, fangs sunk deep into the Deviant's thick skin, my tongue rippled endlessly to keep me from choking. The victim of my attack was shaking, roaring, raging. There was only the power nestled in the muscles of my jaw to keep me pinned on the huge werewolf.
Long, clawed fingers grabbed me roughly, pressing painfully on my ribs to the point where I couldn’t breathe. I felt them all; until I could draw them with my eyes closed. He was trying to tear me away from him and could certainly do so without much difficulty.
The next moment I hit the stone wall behind me, whimpering. A roar answered it: it was the pack in unison giving the charge.
I was dizzy. Even my organs were dancing like they were drunk. I felt like they w
