Molly's deep cut fueled an uncontrollable rage within her, pushing her beyond her limits. The wound, a symbol of her anger, served as a catalyst for her transformation into her fearsome werewolf form. With each passing moment, her anger towards Aurora grew, fueling her ferocity.
Aurora, initially confident in her perceived advantage, was taken aback by Molly's sudden transformation. As she too transformed into her werewolf form, she realized something was amiss. Despite her enhanced senses, she struggled to perceive Molly's movements, caught off guard by her opponent's speed and strength.
In a swift and calculated attack, Molly lunged at Aurora, her claws tearing through the air. The impact sent Aurora flying backward, crashing into the center of the dueling ground. Disoriented and bewildered, Aurora struggled to comprehend how Molly, a mere delta, possessed such formidable power.
Aurora's thoughts raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. Molly's relentless assault had shattered any illusions of superiority she held. Fear seeped into her consciousness, urging her to find a way out before it was too late.
Desperation coursed through Aurora's veins as she realized the gravity of her situation. She knew that one more blow from Molly could prove fatal. Surrender became her only option, a bitter pill to swallow in the face of her former arrogance.
But Molly, consumed by her fury, was oblivious to Aurora's surrender. Driven by her overwhelming rage, she continued to charge at Aurora, her instincts overriding any rational thought. It was a dangerous and reckless pursuit, one that threatened to irrevocably damage the fragile balance between their packs.
Just as Molly's claw was about to land on Aurora's defenseless face, an unexpected intervention halted her movements. Startled, Molly's eyes widened in surprise and confusion as she turned to see who had stopped her.