Gone Feral

Following the direction shriek came from, Ashlyn increased her pace. Her paws threaded through the place, finding the location.

When she arrived, her eyes shifted over to Elaine. The girl was trembling in fear, leaning against the trunk of the tree. In front of her was a group of rogue, cornering her.

The one in the center held on to a little girl around five. The claws were dangerously close to the child's throat, waiting to tear it off.

Ashlyn stood in front of Elaine protectively. Her presence was dark and brooding, delivering fear into the heart of an ordinary werewolf at a glance.

Her golden eyes narrowed with the hint of murderous intent, and the blood covering her fur made her more menacing. Opening her mouth, she revealed her fangs before letting out a warning growl. A large shadow was left her by being.

The small girl that was frozen due to fear became her primary concern.

Strangely enough, it seemed that the feral rogues were observing both of them instead of taking immedia