The Sentinels forge me a blade

Embry grunted with the pain. This man had become wild; a creature of some black nightmare. He could feel his ruthless fangs clubbing away at flesh and hair, and he wrenched himself free wherever he could find the opening. None of his personal efforts were fruitful - he was too busy frantically struggling against this frenzy of an attack.

His mind was clouded by the sudden burst of pain. He couldn't tell where exactly anything was; one moment his paws were behind him and he was tumbling out of the way. This was like a skirmish and he hated it. Of all things in a battle, he relished the control and fluidity of the movement. Collecting himself, somewhat, he tried to feel his way to four paws and soften his movements. No more jerking.