RG's POV
I've seen some crazy stuff in my time, but this? This takes the cake, frosting and all.
There I was, surrounded by a bunch of glowy-eyed wolves who looked like they wanted to use me as a chew toy. And let me tell you, I'm not into that kind of thing.
"Alright, you mangy mutts," I growled, eyeing the circle of snarling faces. "Who wants to go first?"
One particularly ugly customer decided to take me up on that offer. He lunged, all teeth and claws. I sidestepped, letting him sail past me like a furry missile.
"Missed me!" I taunted. "What's the matter, got fleas in your eyes?"
That's when I noticed something weird. As the wolf turned to face me again, there was a flicker in those creepy glowing peepers. Like something was fighting to get out.
"Hey!" I called out to the other
