But Marian was in too much of a rage to pay much attention. The wolf in her had other ideas and wouldn’t let her run. She wanted to fight. This man, werewolf, had turned her into a beast and knocked out the guy…wolf, who had tried so hard to keep her safe. Her back arched as a splitting sensation tore down her spine. Her skin burned as hair sprouted all over her body, and she curled in on herself. She felt strong, stronger than she had ever felt, even as a hunter. She bared her teeth at the intruder and launched herself into the fight, her powerful back paws pushing her off the bed without thought as to how to move in this new body. She collided with him with a sickening crack of ribs. Her momentum carried her away from him as he shook his great form and rose above her. A small, snarling figure darted in, slashing with a small pointed knife. Nole. Marian attempted to push the girl away, but she was too fast and Marian too slow with her new limbs. Nole slashed with her knife and moved just fast enough to stay out of Terrance’s reach.
