I found myself boxed into a corner. Everything happened too fast, and before I even had time to understand what was going on, I was already surrounded. If I wasn't a werewolf, I'd be lying on the ground unconscious by now. But there were too many of them for me to handle.
My breathing was heavy. My fists hurt. My vision kept shaking like the ground was moving. I tried to look around, but it was almost like there were ten shadows instead of five. They came at me from every direction. I punched one, kicked another, dodged the third, but the fourth hit me so hard that I felt my bones vibrate.
Another hit landed at the side of my head. I groaned, the sound escaping me before I even realized it. The kind of groan that makes you understand you are truly in trouble.
If I wasn’t a werewolf, I’
