I returned home from the market with a basket full of fresh bread, eggs, and cheese to have for breakfast. Great-Grandmother Akira had made a specific request for those items, and I was more than willing to fulfill it. As I rounded the corner onto our street, I observed a disturbance. A pack of shifters, their malicious eyes gleaming, were harassing some of our fellow townspeople.
I relied on my instincts and swiftly shifted into my wolf shape. As I hurled myself towards the shifters, my body elongated and transformed, my senses becoming more acute. My sudden attack caught them off guard, but they recovered quickly and retaliated.
The battle was fierce, with snarls and growls echoing through the atmosphere. I focused on the biggest shifter, a strong man with a wicked smile. I managed to avoid his claws and teeth by relying on my agility and quick reflexes to dodge his assaults. After that, I brought him down quickly by biting him sharply.
