Wolfs Right
She bared her teeth, trying to grab the enemy.
“Stop, wolf,” they shook her sharply, bringing her to her senses. Alexander held her back with both hands. — See? We have little time. And I can stop them. Vela shifted her gaze to Arnar, who had been tumbled onto his back. The two superiors continued to hold back the werewolf, while Mark lazily delivered blow after blow. With an insane grin on his face, he spat out curses, laughed, reveling in someone else's pain and helplessness.
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