Out of Control

Ciara yelped and growled, seeing Scott in his wolf form, on top of her and pressing her shoulder.

Scott grinned, showing his sharp teeth. He gave a long growl, asking Ciara to stop.

She rebelled, still under the influence of her wolf. It didn’t want to give up so easily. She needed the urge to show that she was strong and that no werewolf should ever underestimate her.

By relying on the strength of her back legs, she pushed her body, which was not crushed by Scott, to get the strength to get up. She knocked him out of the way in one powerful jolt and was back on her four feet.

She was pressed between Scott and a tall wooden fence, but that didn’t stop her. She flexed her four legs and jumped up, slamming her head into his chest and sending him flying into the air.

Screams of surprise rang out from the crowd, and it became music to her ears. She was happy because she could spread fear. And fear could only mean one thing; she was great. After today, no one would dare to look down on her