"What are wolves doing on Avian-Serpiente land?" I back stepped. "They haven't been here for centuries, even when our kingdoms were warring."
The Vahtik had been secluded. Hunting in the mountains, dwelling in the mountains. No one considered them allies. No one considered them enemies. Like true wolves, traveling in a pack. Flying on the soft pads of their feet; quickly, quietly, weaving through trees. They had always been isolated from other kingdoms. Was this one a straggler? Left his pack? Or was this something organized by the Vahtik kingdom?
Gaining my confidence, I approach the man. Eyes flash silvery gray, daring me to move. Zane drops him to the floor. Clatter of claws upon marble. He growls in resentment, revealing lustrous pale fangs. Daggers cut from the Moon. His gaze darts one way and the other.
Abruptly, he shifts into complete wolf form, catching both Zane and I off guard. He turns to Zane, blood in his eyes. Swiftly, Gracefully. Without time to react, Zane is pushed off balance as this creature pounces hard on him. I hear his gasp as the air is forced from his lungs on impact. Cringing, I instantly rise to the air once again, getting ready for fight instead of seeking safety. Zane struggles, trying to push the wolf off of him, yet unwillingly submitting to the other's natural superiority. Changing into cobra form under this pressure would insure death. A wolf's fangs could tear his fragile snake self apart in an instant. Taking a hold on the fur on his neck, Zane pushes the wolf off of him. Not by sheer force but because the creature was not expecting him to be susceptible to such a strenuous movement. His guard had been down. He realizes with irritation and strengthens his defenses. Zane is not a force to be reckoned with.
However, without enough time to recover from his former position down on his back, Zane is left exposed and vulnerable. The wolf seizes this opportunity with alarming rapidity. Flash of white fades to red. Hot blood splattered on cool marble. A straggling body lying limp on the stained red stone. Silver flare of energy and hazy eyes are upon me. Frightening, daring. I refuse to leave my skyward haven.
The wolf shifts back to a half form. A wicked smile spreads across his reddened lips. "I'll tear this man to pieces if you don't come down. Then again, I might do that when you're dead as well, anyway."
I freeze. Satisfied with my terror, he continues. "Flesh will be removed, ripped apart limb by limb. He has a pretty face; it will be a shame to destroy it."