Megan POV

My voice gets stuck in my throat as the giant serpent raises its head, prepared to strike. Its fangs are the size of my arm, and a choked scream leaves my mouth as I stand there, frozen in fear.

And then it strikes.

I jump out of the water, my body moving on instinct, my wolf at the forefront of my mind.

However, moving in water is different than driving on land. And I’m also highly malnourished.

Thus, my movements are slow, and I feel part of the fang graze my arm.

I cry out in pain as the poison enters my blood scream.

It’s like my insides...