The Tangle You're dead, Gwen Stacy

Gwen snarled at his lunge, but she was knocked to the ground. His fangs were dangerously close to her throat, so she attempted to push him off of her with hind legs. In between breaths she yelled with fury "YOU! You.... You're one of them, aren't you?" Storm had been one of them. The wolves that were like vampires. Gwen, had never been so angry before. It was Storm, the 'devil' in her mind, driving her to do this. It was only when these two wolves were struggling with each other that she realized just how much she hated Storm, and the way he had treated her, like she was dirt. Gwen attempted to wriggle away, using her speed and lightness to her advantage. "Get away from me!" She growled. Nobody had seen this side of Gwen for years. If ever.