Bite down 2

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The wolves come at me all at once. The wolf that is Johan jumps across the table. I duck underneath the dining room table pushing the chairs out of the way. Johan's wolf bites at me ravaging below. It snaps. Its fangs are dripping with spit and its jaws come only inches away from my foot.

My heart is racing!

I have to bring out the wolf!

"FUCK!"

I'm paying so much attention to Johan that I don't notice Matty coming from the other side of the table snapping to fit underneath the table. Johan bites hard into my wrist. I pull it away as hard as I can...but it's too late. 6 inches of flesh are ripped clean off my wrist from Matty's jaw. As soon as I pull away I struggle to push the chairs in front of me and block them from coming under the table. The wolves are so big. They are so fucking terrifying. I'm struggling at that moment to find my composure. I have to calm down to let my wolf come out.

I have to focus.

There is more snarling as the jaws bite down. The two wolves are coming at me from both sides. I am changing into my wolf at that moment. My muscles tighten and expand. My clothes start to shred. I have no time to get naked. I just have to change.

Fur grows all over my body.

My mouth starts to form into the red wolf's mouth.

Then the table flips completely! FUCK! I NEED TO CHANGE! I need more time. I don't get that time. I'm halfway through my metamorphosis when I realize that it's Ian's wolf who has flipped the table. The three wolves corner me as I struggle to change and back away at the same time. My mind is half wolf and half human at this point. My instincts are all over the place. I back up into a corner.

Was this the way that I was going to die?

Was I going to be ripped apart by these jealous wolves?

Ian attacks first!

I spin fast attempting to get away. I manage to avoid his bite I don't miss his claws They slash into the side of my back. Matty attacks next biting at my changing limbs. Johan doesn't even let the other two get a chance before he attempts to deliver a killing blow to my throat. I fight back. My heart is racing and instinct is taking over. I'm snapping at the Ian who is the biggest wolf. I can barely fight the others off. I'm moving in circles as fast as I can.

Bite, turn, scratch!

Bite, turn, scratch!

I'm managing somehow to stay alive. How I'm fighting off three wolves is beyond me but I'm still alive. I even start to think that maybe I'll survive this. Maybe I'll come out of this alive somehow. If only I can maneuver my way to the door.

I bite, I turn. I scratch.

That's when I feel the full weight of Ian's wolf on top of me attempting to pin me down. His nails dig deep into my flesh. All I feel is blood. A part of me wants to give up but I know if I give up at this moment I'm dead. I'd be dead.

I can't die here. Not like this!

I can't die here!

So I snap. My jaws are more vicious than my bite but it doesn't matter. Just looking ferocious gives me at least a second or two in between attacks. They think about it when they see the saliva dripping from my canines. I'm full wolf now. That's at least a part of it. At least my human flesh isn't coming off any longer.

I need a plan.

I can't take them all on.

I need to focus on one of them...which one though.