Instantaneously, Waverly ducked and rolled out of the way. Her body crashed against the gravel and an electric amount of pain rushed through her once injured arm. She lifted herself up onto her elbow, attempting to gauge her strength. However, the wolf launched at her, pinning her to the ground. He growled at her, showing each of his large incisors as he opened his mouth. Waverly stretched her arm out, reaching for the stick that was beside her, while holding the wolf at bay with her other arm.
She grabbed a hold of the stick and pushed it into the wolf’s mouth, using the ends of it to her advantage to push the beast off of her. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. All humans were conscious to what was taking place around them when they were in wolf form, so why didn’t this one? It was like it couldn’t decipher what was happening around it and was acting out of pure instinct.