Oh my God! Did my alter ego take over my body? I exclaimed, waking up in my wolf form. I was even more bewildered seeing a wolf in front of me.
Is this Marga? I asked, looking at the eyes of my opponent. Compared to my wolf, she seems more injured. Because of those thoughts, I lost my concentration on Marga. I didn’t see her jump, and she immediately bit me near my neck.
My wolf growled because of the pain of Marga’s fang that was deeply pierced into my flesh.
What should I do? If I retaliate against Marga, it might get to her father and create a rift between the Emerald and Phantom packs! I mutter to myself while enduring the pain.
But when I felt her fangs sink deeper, I couldn’t think anymore.
My claws seem to have a mind of their own; they wave and s***h the side of Marga, causing
