As if his words were a cue wolves leaped out from the trees. Four, no five of them all in wolf form. The smallest, female, she reached me first. I turned her momentum against her and threw her past me into a tree. She hit it hard, the poor tree almost broke with the blow. I didn't have more than a second before the next one came. I barely ducked his searching claws. I knew what I had to do if I were to get out of here.
I shifted my nails in a split second and there were the deadly sharp claws of a wolf. I sliced opened the wolf's underside as he flew over me. Blood spurted out and rained down on me. I quickly wiped my eyes clean of it just as another wolf attacked and clipped my shoulder. I winced and forced my teeth to elongate into fangs. It was hard and trying. Partial shifting is one
