Chapter Thirty-One
Like a crocodile I try to do as much damage to his throat as I can, sinking my new found fangs deep and swinging my head to the side, back and forth, managing to take a chunk of meat out before he frees himself from my grip. I spit it out, blood flowing deep down my throat making me want to spit on the floor as the Lycan throws himself back, holding unto his neck with a ferocious look in his eyes. I growl back, showing my rows of sharp teeth and wrinkling my snout, eyes shining with a deep golden light. And let me tell you, we had nothing in sorts of little in this newfound body. I had no time to ponder why, but our wolf form wasn’t like the other’s I had seen, and yet not like the Lycans either, making me question for a moment if we were truly blessed by the Moon Godness, Luna and I.
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