Don't let me die
The night was set in the mood of the fight. As if the forest was not there, a rush of wind came at the six of them on the road. Their cloaks were floating in the air. The werewolves stood in a wide stance.
Joni drew in a long breath, "Let go of me, you bastard." He slaps at Finley's hold on his neck.
"Die, you wretched mutt," Finley's nails scratched deep into Joni's neck.
Xander leaped at Finley. Marco rushed at the Alpha's legs. They both rumbled in the dirt. Manny was the only viable option. Joni was beginning to lose consciousness. He was bleeding down his neck.
Ophelia crawled away on the ground. She didn't want to be spotted as an easy target. As frantic as Manny was, he didn't hold back. He pounced on her and bit into Ophelia's arm on the ground.