(Author's POV)
TRIGGER WARNING
"Nooooooo ...," Myra screamed at the top of her lungs as she stumbled forward, her fragile and bruised figure crashed to the slippery, mud made ground. Her right toe nail lacerated from its place.
Mark, the wolf who was chasing after Myra, caught up with her with ease. He scoffed at her condition and shouted, pointing his razor-sharp animal hand at her, "You fucking crazy bitchy human, I didn't know that trapping you would be that difficult of a task. I thought, this back and forth would go on forever. But ... but sweetie, poor you. There is no escaping from here. Nobody's going to save you. NOT EVEN YOU." He threatened Myra in his half human, half wolf state.
A chilling sensation ran down her spinal cord as Mark raised his hand in semicircular motion to attack and end Myra's life. But before that, he howled, gravelly, "Aaawwooooooo ....."
