"Charlotte, move away!" he yelled.
She stood fixated on where she was. Aurelius could see the strain on her face; it looked like she couldn't move.
Just as the crates were about to fall, Charlotte felt a huge frame drape over her. The loud crashing of crates permeated the close environs of the place. Gasps and shrieks filled the air, but no one seemed to be panicking. A werewolf won't be hurt much with such a small incident. Some onlookers helped lift off the crates, and they found the couple under the little rubble.
Aurelius leaped off swiftly. He noticed that Charlotte was now unconscious. He laid her gently on his bed and called for Thorne. Thorne brought Ella along as ordered by Aurelius.
They could feel the rage and bloodlust emanating from Aurelius as he knelt beside the bed with his head bowed, his shaking hands clasped together on the bed. Aurelius didn't even notice that his claws were now lengthened and were tearing into his flesh.
