"Hey, let's go," Ethan called to his sister's attention. "You don't look all right. Let's go so your wound can be attended to."
But Angeline seemed to hear nothing. Though she was in pain, she remained to stare at the giant werewolf striding toward them. At each opponent's target with their gun, the werewolf agilely dodged as if it had eyes in the back and seemed to see every locust on him as the target.
Angeline was so impressed watching the beast's gesture that his every movement seemed confident.
Does my husband still know me in his beast form, or is he a thorn in my side as one of my nemeses? Yet I will not be
able to fight him now that my prejudice against him has revived. I think my feelings for him are even more profound than before.
"Come on, Angela. We need to go now before their companions arrive," Ethan's voice stirred Angeline's thoughts.
