I snarled at the first ten wolves that dived at me. Two got trapped between my chiseled dentition and I tore them to instant death and tossed them aside.

Blood spilled.

I howled and stood on my hind limbs.

Poof!

And the remaining eight wolves gathered round about me, groaned and about to unleash on me.

Actually they did and clawed my brown hides and skin to a bloodied mesh. I was lynched up. I could feel the chisel, canine of these wolves cutting into my skull, eyes, belly and neck. Somebody was dying!

“Yes! Yes! Tame him! Bastard!”

I could hear Mayor barking and eulogizing his wolves. They were...