2. Ylfa
The brown wolf pinsDreadlocks to the ground, and it appears the human bitch has more than met her match.
After all, there’s no greater bitch than Chelsea Saunders.
The human screams in frustration, squirming beneath Chelsea's large brown paw. Chelsea hangs her mouth open, releasing her world-famous jackal’s laugh. Even I cringe at the sound. It triggers painful memories of when she used to direct that harsh laugh at me.
Of course, back then, she was just a mere sidekick. My real childhood tormentor was her former queen, Natasha George, but now she walks beside me.
And I mean that literally. I don’t have followers or grovelers. I have comrades, and tears come to my eyes.
The tears don’t fall, though. Mostly because I can’t cry in wolf form, but I can’t help but get a little choked up.
They came to join my side. They’re going to fight alongside us.
Boulder Man is still crying on the ground, cupping his hands around his man jewels. Annabel, meanwhile, instigates play, wagging her tail and yapping like a poodle, and it’s all just a game to her.
Tiffany, however... what can I say about the auburn-haired wolf?
Cropped Haircut Lady curls up in a fetal position, covering her head with her arms as Tiffany looms above her, but I have no remorse. The fur she yanked from Patrick blows in the wind like tumbleweeds, and it’s going to take weeks before that bald patch grows back.
So let the human cower in terror. Tiffany can handle her from here.
I know we’re not making a good first impression, but they started it. What else were we supposed to do? We need to defend ourselves first and foremost. Then negotiations come after.
Out of the three of them, Dreadlocks seems to be in the best position to talk since she still has her wits about her.
So it’s her I will pick on today.
I shift into my human form, rising to my feet as I move toward the squirming woman. Her eyes bug when they get their fill of me, and I bet she never expected me to just shift all willy-nilly out in the open.
I suppose seeing a wolf turning into a human is still a shock to her system. It appears I have stunned her into silence.
Even Chelsea loosens her demonic grip on the woman’s back. I notice she had her claws bared, and their digging holes into the human’s dark skin. Blood runs from the gashes, and I roll my eyes.
I will tell Chelsea off later.
I don’t think the woman would attack. Her knife is lying on the floor somewhere behind me, so all she has is her measly human strength now.
I once had that measly human strength. As the pack’s former dud, I spent my whole life unable to shift. I was an anomaly. Not quite human yet not quite wolf either.
It was awful.
But now I have a beautiful she-wolf by the name of Silver, gifted to me by the moon herself. The moon is an all-encompassing, sentient being who calls herself Luna. A Goddess pretty much who takes the form of a large white wolf. Well, that’s how she appeared to me when I drowned in a magical lake and visited her in her magical moon realm.
Damn. It really does sound crazy when repeated back.
Then, shortly after, she gifted me a wolf, one baring a strong likeness to hers, and now the wolf and I are inseparable. Literally.
She lives inside me, and she’s annoying as heck.
You love me really, Ylfa...
I grind my teeth. I’m the one in charge of us now; I have the reins. So I’m going to do this calmly.
Diplomacy is needed here, after all. I need to get Dreadlocks on my side. If she can see that we wolves can, indeed, be reasoned with, then we may just be able to turn the tide in our favor. It’s what would be best for us both.
Maybe then she can lead us to Raven.