Time fractured. The first wolf slammed into the ground, followed instantly by the second, the third, the fourth… six down before they could even comprehend the force they'd awakened. Ravok's vision was red, mind consumed with nothing but the unyielding, unrelenting need to kill.
He went on until Willie's cry came from behind him. It yanked him from the haze of rage, forcing him to look back. He then shifted back into human form.
John was sitting on the ground, cradling Cyril's naked, battered body in his lap. Blood had soaked into the dirt beneath them, and Cyril's once-imposing frame looked strangely small now. His chest rose in shallow, uneven breaths that seemed to cost him more effort each time. His neck had been punctured through and his stomach was also bleeding out furiously.
