Mine? Definitely, Maybe
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.
The enemies were amazingly trained. They themselves were nothing but a small, harmless pack.
There was no way that they were going to be able to defeat them, or even defend themselves any longer.
"Run!" She mind-linked her pack members, and they did. With all the strength they had.
She was about to run and follow her pack members after she had made sure that everyone escaped. But to her annoyance, she was caught and tackled to the ground at lightning speed, disabling her.
"Shift!" The guy who had tackled her, ordered, holding her to the ground by her neck, which made it hard for her to breathe. She struggled to breath.. Suddenly, that scent hit her again. And they heard a loud, commanding, booming voice echo in the woods.
Welcome to the world of magic, love, hate, passion and...werewolves!