Chapter Hundred-Sixty – Lycan in Pain
Elma stooped low to a defensive stance, her eyes keenly on the lycan in front of her. It was a bad time, a really bad time to meet this, but there's nothing to do but act.
The lycan lunged at her but Elma jumped out of it's way on time. She charged at it, sinking her fangs into it's arm and moving away before it's claws got a hold of her.
She noticed that the lycan probably resisted whatever happened to it as it hesitated to land blows.
"How did it get wild?" she spat out the blood of the lycan in her mouth. It must have been triggered involuntarily.
Those thoughts made Elma hesitate as well. Should she be trying to kill it or save it? She might need to give it a heavy blow to snap it out of it's wild rage.
She dodged another blow it sent her away, as her thoughts wandered on how to defeat the problem.
Also, the fact it felt familiar to her.
"A High Moon lycan?" Laurel wondered.
