Anabella
I dropped the basket on the ground and turned around slowly. I could already hear aunt Martha's voice scolding me in my head, she would be so pissed if she found out I had left the village in my condition.
But all that was if I survived this, or else she won't even see me to get angry at.
They were two feral wolves, red eyes, sharp canines and mangy body. They were already drooling at the sight of a healthy game which happened to be me.
I decided to shift to my wolf, she was stronger now and it would be a good opportunity to taste her out. With a single thought, my bones began cracking and fur began to prickle out of my skin, I was soon on all fours growling at them and showing them my teeth.
I have been learning how to incorporate my witch side with my wolf so I started ou
