"Fine by me if you want to end it in our other forms."

In an instant the man was a wolf. Her bones shifted and the pain from the broken ribs was excruciating. Once she was a wolf Clara stood on all fours. The other wolf blocked her exit. He started snarling at her, lunging forward. She moved out of the way each time, but he was forcing her backwards. Realizing she would have to go through him, Clara hurled herself forward.

She caught him off-guard, but not enough to knock him down. She felt his teeth sink into her back and she let out a yelp. He clamped down...