The Werecat biting into her shoulder had taken her by surprise.
Rose struggled but such a surprise attack was not something she could have defended against.
Instinctively, she threw the Werecat from her shoulder.
Slamming the cub against a tree.
Rose held her shoulder with one hand.
Werecats were just as incredible or special as Werewolves.
Although looked down upon as a lesser race of beings by Werewolves, a Werecats abilities had to be acknowledged.
For one, they were many times more flexible than any Werewolf, their bodies literally moving like cats, defying the known laws of physics.
Their teeth and claws were also incredible weapons that they used to inflict significant damage.
Rose bleed badly from her shoulders.
The bite, big and deep had gotten a significant vein and she was now losing a lot of blood.
However, nothing surprised her more than the fact that the person she was trying to save had bitten a chunky flesh off her shoulders.
Nevertheless, Rose was not a fool. Even if she did not know what was happening or why it was happening, one thing remained and that was the fact that this Werecat cub that attacked her was trying to kill her.
And if she was trying to kill her, then she was an enemy.
Werewolves played by instincts, and right now, they were telling her to do away with the unspoken code of helping fellow Supernatural creatures.
Instantly, Rose's retractable claws were released, her face changed form to become slightly longer and her skin hairy as she entered a half Werewolf state.
The Werecat growled at her, indicating her hostility.
Rose was wounded but that did not mean that she was useless.
She fell on all fours as she also growled at the Werecat.
The two circled one another for a brief moment before Rose rushed for the Werecat with incredible speed.
Her claws raised to the sky and then she brought them down, her intention was obviously to smash the smaller creature.
However, at this moment, her pupils dilated.
She could instantly sense the fast approaching presence of a threat behind her.
Her instincts told her that if she progressed with the attack, the one that was coming for her from behind would be far more deadly.
Instantly, she changed tactics, leaping away, but the angle she had done it was not so perfect as a result of lack of good balance from her hurting shoulder.
After all, she was still losing blood and half of her body was suffering from the loss.
Although she leaped in time to dodge the attack, claws had pierced into her abdomen.
Yet again another deep cut.
Her blood splattered on the moist earth as she created a safe distance from the new opponent.
This one was a bigger female.
In this manner, Rose was fighting two opponents. Both of which had attacked her without her knowledge.
The two sneak attacks had resulted to the terrible injuries she now had.
However, there was no time to nurse the wounds.
Rose could tell that if she turned her back to run, these two would pursue her.
Werecats were usually faster than Werewolves because of their lighter bodies.
Adding to the fact that she was already bleeding, she knew she would not be able to escape them.
They would not even allow her to settle down and heal.
'Wait a minute! Heal?' Rose thought to herself.
She took a quick glance at the wounds.
And then she noticed it.
Whether it was from the blow at her abdomen or the deep bite on her shoulder, she was not healing.
She was Werewolf. Even though these cuts were from other Weres, her natural healing was supposed to have kicked in or at least stopped the bleeding, but it was not so.
Rose frowned. She could tell that these two had used some kind of bloodline ability that inhibited the wounds of their victims from clothing.
If the wound did not cloth, it would not stop bleeding.
As one that grew up in these forest, she could quickly run around to look for a few herbs that would help her situation and negate the effect of the bloodline ability on her, but these two would definitely not let it.
Considering the fact that it was night, even with her Were senses, those herbs would not be a breeze to find.
In other words she had no choice but to fight.
Then again, that was the plan from the very beginning.
Since it had come to this, she was going to give it her all.
Instantly, she kicked against the ground as she lunged forward for an attack.
Her aim had not been the older one but the younger one.
Werecats were faster than Werewolves and Rose could tell that this particular adult Werecat was faster than most.
She was smart. Since catching the older Werecat would be more difficult, she decided to attack the younger one instead.
Naturally, her speed and force was stronger and the blow she was going to inflict with her claws was going to be harsh.
Rose attacked fast.
She did not aim for the head, but rather the Young Werecat's feet as the cub tried to jump for safety, offsetting it's balance in the air.
As it fell to the ground, Rose rushed to smack with her claws.
Her eyes were fixed intently on the neck.
However, just before the attack would land, the older Werecat saw this and rushed in for the defence.
The younger Werecat was her cub. She was not going to let anything happen to her cub.
She was fast, aiming for Rose's head with abnormal speed.
However just when the blow was about to hit, Rose gave a light smirk at the side of her cheek.
"Got you bitch!" She twisted her waist and and instead of hitting the cub, her palm came with a smack right for the chest of the older Werecat.
*Boom!*
The attack smashed her chest in...