You grab Lapu by the scruff of the neck, trying to force him to turn around, but the boy pulls out of your grip and snaps at your hand.
"You need to come with me," you yell. "Now!"
Lapu's eyes have glazed over with fear. You're not getting through to him. "You don't stand a chance," he wails. "They have guns! I have to go get the adults!"
And with that, he's gone though another alley, leaving you alone to face the humans.
I need to get there faster, you think as you run. What are humans doing in the pack's territory? You push through the transformation into your lupine self, joints popping as arms and legs elongate and thick, bristly brown hairs sprout from your skin, first in patches, then in an uninterrupted wave of fur.
As you drop to all fours and propel yourself down the alley, you can hear something through the blood rushing in your ears. Was that a scream? Tiva? And then you hear something else, a wolfish growl followed by an uncharacteristic whimper of pain.
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