Don't look away from me

Think, Emberlynn, Think. Emberlynn glared as the rogues closed in on her. She jumped in front of Damien, and even though she couldn't transfer into her wolf form, she needed to save him.

"Touch him, and you shall rue the day you were born," she snarled.

"Come closer, and I will send you back to the hell where you belong!"

Mark tutted, pushing back a rogue werewolf that approached her cautiously.

"And you'll do what? Catfight?" Mark chuckled.

Emberlynn swallowed the nausea threatening to surge out of her throat. His appearance didn't disgust her alone, but his voice as well.

"I won't let you hurt him, Mark," She said, twisting her lips in disgust. Even his name irritated her.

"Or what, little bitch?" he sneered, "You'll try to fight us off with your bare tiny hands?"

Emberlynn gazed at her hands, and it was her turn to laugh, "Yes, they are tiny but far more powerful than yours can ever be!"

Emberlynn's eyes glowed golden, and her arms opened wide as flashes swirled about her.

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