Conrad.
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I smashed the wooden chair on the black wolf, shattering it as a howl of pain escaped its mouth. I caught two of the wooden shards that scattered around, brandishing it dangerously as I swerved around and sunk a shard into an approaching brown wolf’s mane. The howl of pure pain rented the air and I sent a kick into its chest, causing it to crash backwards.
I turned briskly, my breath collected but my eyes keen and instincts high at alert. There were no more attackers, at least none that were still moving.
I stood straight and saw Ace's beta, Travis, skipping down the stairs, clad in a black elastic cloth. He'd shifted into his wolf form during the fight and just like every other werewolf, he was wearing that elastic cloth to prevent him from staying naked after his shift.
