Nefretiri
Time doesn't slow down when you see something as traumatic as one of your best friends being killed by his father.
It speeds up, and your body becomes lead. I couldn't hear my screams as the other wolves attacked him. Their claws and powerful jaws latched onto the younger wolf, and he could do nothing to stop them. Not that he did. Unlike the pack, who were under the influence of magic, Greg's mind was clear, so he knew who he was facing. There was no way he'd hurt them. So, he let them kill him.
