Chapter 237
I screeched in pain and anger, and suddenly my skin began to split and I grew bigger and stronger than I ever had before—even bigger than when I had attacked Tony and bigger than when I was in Poland fighting the Rogues. I was a monster that dwarfed the two Werewolves. With one push, I effortlessly sent Paul flying across the room where he crashed into a wall.
Sasha circled me with gnashing teeth, and I swung at her but missed.
Eight vicious Werewolves were on me, biting and tearing at me, but the pain helped me to think. I remembered being in my bedroom and waking up to the feel of a Werewolf gnawing at my belly, consuming me while I was completely aware. Now I knew I was about to die in the room being torn apart by a pack of Werewolves.