Ulva

'A wolf ran past the window.

Its brown fur was matted with blood and gore, and people in the street were running in all directions to escape its barb-like teeth and claws. It sliced through flesh easily with one swipe of its enormous paws, lashing out and gripping at its prey with its powerful jaws. It showed no mercy, rarely going for the kill, just attacking and maiming and hurting and attacking again. However, the amount of blood some victims were losing was bound to kill them eventually. Another two wolves appeared past the window, equally as bloody, equally as ruthless.

All it took in the café was one woman to scream, and the whole place descended into pandemonium.'