Getting what he deserves

Henry’s wolf snarled, but he did not continue with his attack. Jonathan breathed easy, knowing his words had gotten to him. It was not over yet, not as long as he had a bargaining chip.

But his relief was soon obliterated when the wolf roared again and aimed for his shoulder. Jonathan screamed as sharp fangs dug into his flesh and crushed through bone. Henry’s wolf thrashed him in the mud like he was nothing more than a ragdoll.

Finally, he withdrew his fangs, but not without tearing a huge chunk of flesh off with his fangs. Jonathan screamed in terror as he used his other hand to cover his torn arm as blood flowed from it and onto the mud.

“You crazy bastard!” he cursed at Henry as pain coursed through his body. He screamed when he attempted to move. His shoulder was broken and shattered and Henry had torn off flesh from his upper arm. “Fuck you!”

Henry shifted back to his human form and sat astride Jonathan. “What about Eleanor’s pack?” he demanded. “And you better talk fast or you’