Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Fighter

"Missy Robin, c'mon! We gotta go!"

Timmy's tiny fists hit my spine.

The weight caused my fur to jump in time with the blows. But I couldn't tear my eyes away.

My mouth felt dry, and my logic sputtered.

It was like seeing him drained the rest of my strength. I could feel my wolf retreating without my consent and in a grotesque snap of bone, it was gone.

"Wah, oof!" Timmy fell to the ground with a small thud. Meanwhile, I crumbled to my knees and crouched in the grass. Struggling to catch my breath.

My shoulder was seeping blood still, and my face stung horribly. But through my increasingly blurry vision, that man was still standing there.

As I tried to get my bearings, I could only barely reply to the person in front of me. It was hard to fight against the numb tingle that invaded my chest.

"Hey, Dad..." I greeted back, but the words fell flat.

I heard Timmy gasp behind me, and he seemed to recover from his fall. Because he scooted forward on his knees, burrowing into my side