Ronald's midnight fur was replaced with his tan skin in a matter of seconds. He looked down at me with sadness etched on his face. He put his arms under me and ran out of the room. The wolves were fighting one another as more and more pack members arrived into the room to fight of the enemy wolves. The members of the pack were trying to get the enemy wolves to fall through the broken window by cornering them. They were doing good, really good.
Ronald held me tightly to his chest as we neared another fighting scene. I held my breath and cowered in my mates chest as we ran past the area. I knew this was dangerous but something was wrong with my hand. It was burning like fire. It felt so painful that I contemplated whether cutting it off would be less painful.
Once again we neared another
