They came seemingly in the blink of an eye, a stampede of snarling mindless beasts that smashed the doors wide open and started attacking anything they could see. Before I knew it, I had grabbed Medea and started running towards the others who were all in the sitting room. Together. Easy prey for these wolves who had gone past logic and reason, where the only thing coursing through their veins was the fury that fueled them.
I was not sure how the others were going to act in this stampede, but I knew that I had to make sure Medea was far from the onslaught of the mindless werewolves first. My body was moving on its own, pulled by the sense of urgency that it would have been harder to fight back had we remained in that office. Medea may have been a witch but with those many wolves that woul
