RYDEN

 “Ryden!” Amelia called my name.

 I was screaming in pain in my head in my own blood with the blackness almost taking over me while I was buried under dead werewolves, wounded and bleeding. 

Her voice was shaking as she kept calling my name, trying to pull away charred animals on top of me.

 I already shifted back and begun to succumb to the wounds I obtained, and I was losing a lot of blood. Though I got used to smelling blood, the smell of burning flesh was repugnant and ...