Brittany Glodowski

The Werewolf Diaries

Page 1 ONE I’D ALWAYS WELCOMED WAR, BUT IN BATTLE my passion rose unbidden. The bear’s roar filled my ears. Its hot breath assaulted my nostrils, fueling my bloodlust. Behind me I could hear the boy’s ragged gasp. The desperate sound made my nails dig into the earth. I snarled at the larger predator again, daring it to try to get past me.