You Think You're Weak

Still in the room Beam had led me to, I marveled at everything Beam had achieved in her art. Drawings of werewolves in different shifting forms were pasted in one out of the four walls of the room. My senses offered a tingle when I realized that we were both all alone. Before I could say what I was about to say, I felt someone punch me with a spiked glove. Beam screamed out of fear! She ran towards the door trying to open it, but surprisingly we had been locked in from the outside.

I tried to fend off the attacker but he was too strong. Even when I wolfed out in partial form, I was just managing to barely defend. He drove his knee into my rib cage and I felt the air crushed out of my lungs. I dropped on my knees and he pinned me on the floor, stepping on my throat. I knew for sure that we were going to die here, alone, unheard and probably discovered much later. I felt pity for Beam. Earlier, Lance had sort of stopped reading my thoughts and emotions. The attacker was cladded in a hoo