I stumble back when Neil grabs me, too scared to protest. It's really all I can do to stay upright and not just collapse into a ball like we used to do for tornado drills when I was a kid.
"Oh my god, what even is that?" The question isn't directed toward anyone and barely comes out as anything more than a whimper. It gets lost in the sound of the creatures' violent hiss and Derek's roar anyway and I wince, startled, grabbing on tighter to Neil's arm.
A second later and Derek's transformed right in front of us, into a wolf with sharp teeth and red eyes. It's not shocking, really. I know what he is and I've seen this before if only on my television back home. But it's still weird to watch it happen right in front of me and I stare, wide-eyed, as Derek lunges for the horrible creature, powerful jaws snapping at ripping into putrid, slimy flesh. The fight doesn't last long, clearly doesn't stand a chance against Derek, though when Derek morphs back into his more human form, he has a gash in his side, shirt ripped and skin bloody.
The air around us rings with silence again and I manage to find my breath as I stare at him, loosening my grip on Neil to take a shaky step toward Derek. "You're hurt," I tell him, nodding at his bloodied side and then, a second later, I remember he can heal. Or at least I think he can. God, I hope that's not something he's lost somehow in being in Darrow. It's not like I thought to bring my First Aid kit with me today.
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"Oh my god, what even is that?" The question isn't directed toward anyone and barely comes out as anything more than a whimper. It gets lost in the sound of the creatures' violent hiss and Derek's roar anyway and I wince, startled, grabbing on tighter to Neil's arm.
A second later and Derek's transformed right in front of us, into a wolf with sharp teeth and red eyes. It's not shocking, really. I know what he is and I've seen this before if only on my television back home. But it's still weird to watch it happen right in front of me and I stare, wide-eyed, as Derek lunges for the horrible creature, powerful jaws snapping at ripping into putrid, slimy flesh. The fight doesn't last long, clearly doesn't stand a chance against Derek, though when Derek morphs back into his more human form, he has a gash in his side, shirt ripped and skin bloody.
The air around us rings with silence again and I manage to find my breath as I stare at him, loosening my grip on Neil to take a shaky step toward Derek. "You're hurt," I tell him, nodding at his bloodied side and then, a second later, I remember he can heal. Or at least I think he can. God, I hope that's not something he's lost somehow in being in Darrow. It's not like I thought to bring my First Aid kit with me today.