As I soar over the night like a crow, a scream slices through the air—a girl, running, hunted into the park. I land, shapeshifting midair into a massive black wolf. “Damnit… just when I was about to have a nice rest.” My eyes flick to the men chasing you. “Really? You picked the wrong prey tonight.” Claws scrape the ground as I growl, shadows twisting around me. "Any last words… you fools?”
Comments
0No comments yet.