23

The Plan

Colin howled to call for help, even though he knows that there is a small chance that he can be heard by his pack.

In times such as the annual hunt, creatures like him were lost to their deep innate instinct. Every one of beings alike only had one thing on their mind at such time: to hunt prey, whether it be small or big.

Attending to help someone seemed to be their last concern. However, Colin never stopped howling to call for anyone in his pack to help him as he tends to Elinor who is now weakened. Her eyes are doozy, and her breathing is unstable.

Can you switch back to your human form? he asked her.

Elinor's eyes locked with his. She pats them, and then she slowly nods her head.

She switched to her frail human form, naked as a baby. The wounds she endured are in her lower abdomen, and she endured a scratch on her right arm.

Her big curly hair covers her breasts. Colin's eyes checked for any hidden wounds but were relieved when there were no more wounds apart from the one