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staggered
slightly showing a wound in his left side and the forest troll
charged swinging one tire sized hand. The blow caught the werewolf
in the face and sent him flying backwards into the woods. The troll
started to charge after the werewolf to continue his attack, but he
stopped.
    Turning it looked at the
young wolves. It had just caught the scent of the deer’s blood. The
young wolves just stared at it, ironically enough just like a deer
caught in the head lights of a car. The forest troll would
slaughter them if I didn’t act fast. A tiger leapt from the tree,
but a woman landed on the ground.
    “Hey dumb-ass, you wanna
dance?” I yelled at it.
    The creature and the
packed turned together to stare at me in surprise. The forest troll
recognizing another predator leveled its brown almost black gaze on
me and screamed in rage warning me that this was his
kill.
    Shifting one finger into a
claw, I opened the skin on my forearm and waved my arm at the
monster. Most of us monsters are attracted to the smell of blood,
and I was hoping big boy would want mine more than the deer’s. The
creature sniffed the air.
    “Come on, big boy. You
wanna taste?” I started moving away from the young wolves trying to
get a clear shot at the monster without getting any of them hurt or
killed.
    As I had moved, so did the
monster slowly turning its back to the young wolves. Everything
went horribly wrong from there. Once the wolves had a clear shot to
his back, all of them shifted to warrior forms and attacked like
one.
    If I had known the little
dumb asses were going to attack it, I would have stayed in my tree
and watched the show.
    The monster grabbed the
first young werewolf and slammed its back against a tree, the echo
of bones breaking filled my ears. The troll grabbed the second
werewolf and tossed it high up in the air, it disappeared into the
forest. The white wolf bit into the troll’s calf muscle and the
black wolf slashed its long razor sharp claws across the troll’s
brawny back. It screamed in pain and in frustration swatting at the
young werewolves as if they were flies.
    With the beast’s attention
on them, I shifted to my warrior form. My fur was white with black
stripes, thick fingers ending in long claws, a mouth full of teeth,
white glowing eyes and standing nearly ten feet tall. I was a
nightmarish white tiger on two legs.
    I attacked, running the
distance between us. I launched myself up onto the trolls’ stomach
and digging my claws in. I climbed up its belly towards its throat.
The troll screamed in pain and grabbed me by the leg. He jerked me
off his chest. Bringing its massive arm back like it a pitcher, he
aimed me at the trees, but he never got a chance.
    Using his motion to my
advantage, I twisted in midair and swung back at his face. Digging
my claws into his eye sockets to brace myself, I bit down on the
bridge of his nose. I heard my leg break just before intense pain
flooded my mind and body. The troll’s vibrating roar of pain and
anger echoed over my own. I slammed all my power into the
creature’s head with so much energy. It exploded the head and sent
pieces of brain flying everywhere.
    Unfortunately, the force
of the blast threw me across the clearing and slammed me against a
tree. The impact broke my shoulder, ribs, and my arm, when I
finally hit the ground. Shifters can take a lot of damage, broken
bones usually heal within a couple of days to a week and as long as
we don’t puncher any vital organs we can recover from almost any
wound. I took inventory of my battered body as I lay on the ground;
broken leg, arm, shoulder, and ribs. I had, also, reopened the ten
claw marks from the previous fight. Nice, I was a bloody mess.
Feeling the tattoo’s healing magic beginning to work, I blended my
own healing chants with it until I passed out.

Chapter 4
    The room was lit by the
dying orange-red rays from the sunset. I gasped in shock when I
rolled over and stared at the old man sitting next to the