HAZEL'S WOLF

HAZEL

I don't think and I don't feel. My wolf gain powers through the pain of what Ramon gave us. Strength courses through my veins with every beat of my heart.

The only thing on my mind is getting out of here. I don't care who or what stands in my way. It won't be standing for very long. I bolt down a quiet hallway, hoping that my first choice will be straight to an exit.

Instead, I'm caught between taking a left or a right. I turn and go to the left, in the direction that I can hear something other than the sound of water. My paws beat against the ground, my nails clicking on the wooden floors.

My breathing is heavy, and I stop in my tracks upon seeing a man. He is tall, and built like a muscle man. My ears rest against my head and my teeth bare at him.

A low growl escapes me as I lunge forward. I make the first move. I shut my emotions away, and let my wolf do what she wants to do with him.

He falls silent, lying in his own pile of blood. A sort of sickness makes my stomach churn,