Shira understood defeat, she was alone, surrounded, and very weary, yet she fought. The sword had become too heavy for her weary arm, and her heart ached with sorrow for her new found friends who were probably dead.

With one swift blow from one of the werewolves, her sword fell out of her hand, and she watched it dejectedly as it clattered to the floor, then when the werewolf in front of her raised his hand, his paws exposed, Shira closed her eyes and waited for death.

‘’Stop it!’’ Someone called from behind, and Shira opened her eyes to see who her savior was, but she found herself staring at...