Of Hearts and Stripes
I snarled, as my magic burned the sweatshirt off.
I put my pelt on and shifted not into my full dog form. I looked back at the teens, before I attacked the one nearest to me. I had managed to rip out his throat, even as the others began to tear into me. I kept fighting though I was hurt, I was healing fast, it was a perk of being a female Skinwalker. Blood, fur it was all a blur, as I chased after the last Skinwalker of the group. I shifted back into my human form, and I jumped onto the Skinwalkers back, ripping his head off, as a pissed and angry howl left me. He had killed his family, his mate. I fell to my knees, not caring of the blood. I ripped his heart out and looked down at the pavem
Bab Populer