The corrupted wolf bared its fangs at her… then shook its head, slamming its forehead violently into a nearby tree only to look at her again with the ferocity of a predator. Deep within those vicious eyes, however, Sandra could find a tinge of fear.
'I can kill a rogue… but…' her hands shook.
How was she supposed to deal with this? The wolf's mind wasn't fully taken yet and for a while, Sandra watched it fight for its mind. The powerful werewolf slammed his head against a tree, his eyes flickering from green to red…
'A delta…'
Sandra had been standing frozen. A battlefield was no place to stand frozen and she realised this. Her senses were already raising alarms all around her.
The forest, which was getting cleansed of the number of rogues infesting it, was slowly getting filled with freshly bitten pack warriors... as well as a few hunters.
'GRRRR,' the low growl of a feral beast caught her attention.