Drew On Blind- Vs. Soldiers

The Werewolf bounded forward, leaping over the kneeling boy and hitting the guard in the chest. The two went down, the sword tumbling to the mud as the man tried to defend himself. The lycanthrope’s head loomed over his, lips peeled back to reveal teeth as thick as spearshafts. The beast turned its head in Casper’s direction as the man screamed, fumbling for his weapon belt.

“Defend yourself,” Drew growled as the boy struggled to his feet, the wounded man reaching for him.

A stabbing pain rocketed through Drew’s abdomen, cold steel scoring his stomach.

The guard looked down the lengths of their bodies to where his hand clutched the bloody dagger. He brought his face back to the Werewolf’s, the beast’s pale yellow eyes staring through him. The man’s cry of horror was cut short as the Wolflord’s jaws snapped at his face.

Casper felt the first guard catch him by the shoulders, yanking him from his feet. The man swung the boy high like a rag doll before sending him crashing into the ground. The soldier reached down to pick up the sword that lay in the mud, but Casper was one step ahead, lashing out with a kick and catching the man’s torn forearm. The guard bellowed, instantly retracting his wounded arm as Casper grabbed the weapon.

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