CURTIS' SHIFT II

A sharp pain crossing over Curtis' lower back suddenly, caused him to scream in pain and double over, his knees falling to the ground helplessly.

But the wolves advanced towards him tentatively. An easy prey. They must have thought.

Then, he closed his eyes, welcoming his fate to die at a young age, when suddenly he heard a loud clash.

His eyes jerked open at their own will, even as he laid sprawled on the floor in pain, grunting and writhing, wishing there was a way, a spell even, to do away with the pain instantly.

He saw a very big black wolf, fighting with the two black-brown wolves. He had thought that the former wolves that had wanted to attack him were big, but now, compared to the big black one, he thought that they were a bit small. He was sure that the big black wolf was an Alpha wolf, or perhaps a beta. No, Alpha. He finally concluded.

Was it his father? He thought, as