JAKE
I saw that coward Charles Barrett making a run for it. I wanted to kill him myself. He was the reason that my father was dead. I snarled and moved towards him. Suddenly, a vampire jumped in front of me. Before I had even fully registered him, he lunged at me. I yelled as his razor-sharp fangs sank into my shoulder. He winced and spat out my blood. Vampires don’t like werewolf blood. It’s acidic to them. While he was still spitting, I seized my chance and pounced. I pinned him to the ground, digging my claws into both shoulders. He tried to fight, but I had my full weight on top of him. Not that it would hold him long. For one thing, my wolf form was bigger than him. Making it awkward to keep him pinned. He snarled and hissed at me. I’d had enough of him. I lowered my jaw and ripped
