King Elk Forest Wide Awake

From the moment the woman howled he knew that this would fail. She commanded the authority of many, summoning them to her aid. His fangs relinquished her tail at that point — not even tasting blood, how disappointing — only to feel his own blood spurt from his cheek. His prey had retaliated.

He wanted to, so desperately, hurt the woman, but the appearance of another, and then another, drove him away. He would not, could not, fight so many others. They lunged for him; the male snapping at his neck, painting his shoulder red, the woman trying to knock him over and almost succeeding. He did little to fight back, running off as quickly as he could to his băiat and getting them away, away from the wolves he had provoked.