They fired one more round, leaving the whimpering and wounded wolf on her knees. Roxanne could tell by the scent alone, the will was Rita. With her golden eyes and her gait, Roxanne could recognize her best friend, even in wolf form.
”R-Rita….” Roxanne muttered.
Her friend was in trouble. She was surrounded by armed Hunters, weakened to the point of kneeling before them. She didn’t know why, but Rita couldn’t fight back. Perhaps it was the effect of the Wolfsbane she had heard so much of.
Without a moment's hesitation, Roxanne launched herself in Rita's direction. She was still confused, she still didn't understand what was happening, why hunters were in the village to begin with, why so many people were suffering… The reason for so much pain… She could not comprehend. But that
