“Miya! Snap out of it!”
She kept coming closer, muttering words.
“Must kill Queenie, must kill Queenie…”
The room was quiet, the air was heavy with mist. I scanned the room for a piece of furniture for self-defense. To my despair, there was nothing. Miya came closer.
I had no choice, shutting my eyes, I let my inner-wolf take over. Bones cracked as I transformed. I growled and howled. She lunged at me. I bit her wrist, blood trickled out of her wrist. The iron taste filling my mouth.
Suddenly, she screamed.
“Queenie stop! Your hurting me!” I loosened my grip.