Sixty-One

Kian

Bullets rained upon them from the clubhouse, buying me a fighting chance. Dogs swarmed all over me like a prime steak, biting, snapping, snarling like rabid mutts. Something switched inside my brain, letting the bloodthirsty creature from within take the wheel. Coarse brown fur burst through my skin as I tore through my shift, rising on my hind legs in a sky-splitting roar.

Dogs leaped this way and that, and I swatted them away like flies. My claws scored through fur and flesh in a monstrous game of war. The ground shook with every forceful impact. Wolf shifters skidded through the dust, crashing into parked cars, buildings, and taking out the boundary fence as if it was made of string.

Claw had seized the opportunity to shift while they incapacitated me. He struck me hard across my face in a cheap shot. Light burst in my eyes and blood fell from the sky like crimson rain, splattering all that it touched. Claw jumped into the thick of the battle, butting me in the stomach to wind