I heard a cry. I looked at Alessia. I saw Daniel get ready to stab Fiona again.
I didn't know what happened. But I found myself run towards him in full speed and tackle him. I looked dead in the eyes and without wasting a second I bit into his shoulder. I heard another bunch of gasps.
That's when I lost it. This time I really didn't know what happened next. I found myself sitting in a pool of blood and ripped flesh and bones. A howl escaped my mouth. A howl full of horror, pain and sadness.
I heard footsteps. I looked back to see Duncan getting ready to run. And I ran after him. He shifted into his shiny black wolf and his companions followed suit and ran with him.
I ran and jumped on to one of those wolves. I bit into it's neck and spit out the flesh as soon as he fell limp. I ran again. I craved for his blood. Duncan's blood.
But then I was attacked by 2 more wolves. I killed them. Ripped them to shreds and ran to anoth