Seventeen

The werewolf threw her on the rough ground, igniting a scream from her, she was weak, there was no doubt about it and she could no fight the werewolves, she struggled to get free from them. But the more she struggled. The more she got bitten by them. 

They wanted to eat her raw, there was no doubt about that.

But she needed to at least fight them off. She needed to do something, she had tried escaping from the pack, she wouldn't still die in the hands of the same pack members who made her life difficult.

Quickly, she kicked her legs on the first werewolf which stood in front of her, her actions made the first werewolf to lightly loose balance, emitting a growl from him, but there remain another one. But she was weak. Her blood had filled the ground and there were evidence of huge bites which the werewolf had taken in her.

The second werewolf seeing what the omega had done to the first werewolf, she had used her weak leg to jam her feet on the werewol