I was heading towards the janitor's closet on the hall where Raf took residence. I had taken him up on his offer to help smuggle Chase out. He told me to meet at him at 12:00 sharp in this odd location. I asked him if security would think that it was suspicious. Raf informed me that he had security covered. What that meant I wasn't sure. The decommissioning department actually had a busy schedule, so I was able to put off scheduling Chase. But time was short, so whatever Raf had in mind; I hoped it was something that could be implemented quickly without rousing suspicion.
I knocked on the door to the closet and instantly the door swung open and furry clawed hand reached out and pulled me in. It was dark, warm and stuffy.
"Raf?" I whispered. There was a click and the lonely bulb in the ceiling flickered on. Raf sat on and upside down pail and waved to me. To my surprise and horror, there were four Erasers in the room with us. Some morphed others not. They were all old models with the ability to change from human to animal at will and also had the shortest life span. "Glad you could make it, Kane," Raf said with a grin…creepy.
"What are—."
"The Erasers doing here?" I nodded.
"I'm part of their pack. I know that sounds weird, but it's true. I told them about Chase." They all nodded their heads. "They want to help too."
"Chase was one of our best leaders," one of them said.
"If he dies, Ari will take over…he's a good Eraser but he's got a few screws loose," another said. I nodded understandingly; I had met Ari on several occasions. Not many knew that he was still alive. I couldn't help but think that this sort of behavior was odd, but I guess life is full of twists, right?
"Now the plan is rather simple, even though there are many pieces," Raf explained. "For your part, Kane, you have to schedule, Chase's decommissioning for a later time in the day. Sometime in the afternoon would be perfect."
"Why?"
"Because it's closer to night, visibility is limited. You two," Raf pointed to the Erasers on his left. "You are responsible for making the swap. Find an eraser you all can bring down easily. You two here on the right, you are responsible for security. Are you sure you'll be able to get in."
"Don't worry about it, Erasers come in and out of the security center all of the time. All we need to know is when Chase will be executed. At that time our friend can let us in and help manipulate the system."
"What about you, Raf?" Kane asked. "I'll provide Chase with cover as he escapes. The grounds outside are crawling with Land Sharks and Howlers now...ever since PC escaped. Is everyone clear about what to do?" Raf asked. Everyone nodded. "Alright, we will put our plan into motion as soon Kane gives me the date and time of Chase's execution. Now let's clear out …it's hot." The Erasers all grumbled and filed out of the room. But Raf took my hand, which told me to stay put.
"You look surprised, Kane," Raf commented, releasing my hand.
"I just...I never thought…You…"
"Are you surprised because you thought I never cared? Or are you surprised that I could come up with a plan this elaborate?"
"Both."
"Well now you know…there is a possibility that the finger pointing will start, once Chase has escaped. I gave you a small part for a reason. I don't want you to get hurt."
"What?"
"Don't be so startled, you're not my favorite person, Kane, but I don't want you hurt either, to be honest I am doing this more for the pack than for you." I couldn't help but frown, I hated it when he talked like that, but I guess that was his way. "There is one more thing I should tell you. PC left to save his sister, take this as you may, but his parents were planning on turning her into one of us if he didn't do what they wanted."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"Because A LOT of people hate him right now…I think it would be nice if there was one less person on the list…"…………..

My sleep was interrupted by the gnawing pain in my shoulder and I felt extremely hot, I don't think it was weather. I felt lightheaded and I was panting again, this isn't good. Carefully, I moved my left arm out from under Ana, who had fallen asleep in my lap and peeked at the bandages. The skin was a deep angry red and puss started to form. I moaned and looked away. As bad as the infection was, I didn't see how iodine would be of any use. But all I had to go one was Chase's information, so I would stick to it. I wasn't terribly worried about dying from the bite, because the bite was designed to cripple and slow you down in the event that Howlers and Erasers were hot on your trail. So that much I could be grateful for. I looked down at Ana, I half expected her to break down like she did. I thought about what I told her…that everything would be okay…but the truth was that I couldn't make her that kind of a promise, because I didn't know what would happen once we made contact with Breeaka. Suddenly, I felt nauseous and my stomach wretched. Quickly I slid out from under Ana and puked over the side, thankfully there wasn't a car next to us. Slumping over the edge, I came to the conclusion that I couldn't go on like this. I needed that iodine...the sooner the better. I knocked on the back window of the truck to get the driver's attention, then slid it open.
"Old man, how much longer until we reach the next town?"
"About an hour, I think, why?"
"We will need to make a stop there."
" Alrighty."
"Thanks." I closed the window and crawled back to my original corner. I sat there hugging myself as small waves of pain trickled from shoulder. Then without warning the bones in my left arm began to snap and rearrange. I grasped the arm tightly. NO! NOT GOOD! …STOP!...STOP IT! She can't see you like that. I begged my body to stop the transformation and to my relief, it did. I sighed and slowly relaxed myself. Feeling weak and drowsy, I closed my eyes and hoped that we would get to town soon.

I didn't think that I would every break down the way I had done a couple of hours before. But no one tells you how to react when everything in your life is turned upside down and your future is snatched away from you. One thing that lingered in my subconscious was the way PC reacted to my fit. Call me crazy but the way he comforted me seemed familiar. I hardly remember my brother, Seth. My memories of him faded, I guess when Mom and Dad told me he was dead, I had no reason to hold on to the image of his face.
My eyes fluttered open to starry skies and the hum of the truck engine as it made its way south to Georgia. I didn't know what PC had in mind when we set out, I just hoped that what ever we did there, it would keep me as far away from those freaks. I noticed that my new friend was no longer near me and my eyes scanned frantically for his shape in the dark. I found him in his original corner, but there was something about the way that he was positioned, that told me something was wrong. I crawled over to him shakily, the movement of the vehicle made me nervous.
"PC? Are you okay?" I whispered. He didn't answer me. I crawled closer, to find that his eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. My thoughts turned to the bite. I shook him accidentally by his bad shoulder. His eyes snapped open and he gasped in pain. I put my hand over my mouth.
"Sorry," I said in vain.
"What's the matter?" He asked, shifting his position and fighting the pain.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"F…ine…I'll be okay…once we get to town."
"The, iodine right?"
"Right," he said softly. I turned toward the back window, knocked on it then opened it. "Driver, how much farther?"
"30 minutes…your brother asked the same thing."
"He's not my brother…now step on it…my friend is hurt."
"Really? How bad?"
"He was bitten by a dog and he's getting worse…now floor it, sir!"
"Alright, darlin', hold on, it's going to get bumpy."

I felt the truck accelerate under me and the engine began to roar.
Ana turned to me, "Hold on, you're going to be okay." She said something else to me but it was slurred by my hearing. The heat, pain and nausea were overwhelming me. I struggled to fight it. I had survived worst things than a dog bite. I've been shot, stabbed, nearly crushed, struck by lightening, nearly eaten by Erasers, and hit head on by numerous vehicles and now a single bite was kicking my butt and I was losing miserably……

I always found myself watching the clock…especially today. I walked briskly down the hall, with a file folder clutched in my hands. It was Chase's file. His papers had been filled out, dated, and signed by Jeb earlier that morning. The long neon lights, seemed hotter than usual, I guess that was because I knew I was breaking the rules. I walked into room 339, the "execution room." As I entered I saw Dr. Rip was going through his supplies and looking at the files that had been handed in to him. He was a stout old man, with a wrinkled old face and large round glasses. As awkward as it sounds, he was a cheerful man.
"Hello my dear," he said to me as I walked in.
"Hello Dr. Rip, I've got another victim for you," I said with a grin, handing him the file. He took it from me and examined it carefully with a furrowed brow.
After a few passes with his eyes, he frowned. "It's a real shame; these old Eraser models are being killed off more and more, because they can't measure up to the new ones."
I nodded solemnly; Dr. Rip put his hand on my shoulder and said "Well, you can't slow progress…that's been one of Jeb's mottos for years." I slid away from him, trying not to be rude.
"Good Bye, Doctor," I said waving to him. As I walked out of the room, I shuttered. I hated giving those kinds orders. Fortunately, that execution wouldn't happen today. If Raf's plan worked, at least one life would be spared. …..

Now, I am no troublemaker like PC…so it really puzzled me, as to why I decided to go along with this little escapade to save Chase. But like I said to Kane, I was doing this for the pack. I walked down the halls with my group behind me. They split off as usual going about their daily business. When the afternoon got here, it would be Showtime, until then, I had to be just as unanimated and somber as ever. Now you're probably still wondering how in the world I wound up being "adopted" into a pack of Erasers. Well to make the long story short and to make it as plain as I can…I killed one of them in a fight. I never had to deal with Erasers before…sometimes they would come around and start bullying you when they had no work to do. PC always had a way of keeping them away from me, so I never had to worry about confronting them. Now that I was on my own, the Erasers thought I would be an interesting game…they were mistaken. So that's how it is….The hours crawled by and I avoided Kane the entire day like I usually did. I had never been this tense before, I wonder if this is how PC felt when he waited for the electricity to go out, the day he escaped. When it was 4:45, I knew that things were being set into motion and I moved into position.

They moved quickly and as casually as they could. The tiles clicked under their thick black boots. Neither of them spoke. Among the pack these two were the quietest. They nodded to a Wraith that passed them in the hall, its unblinking eyes watching them carefully. Its gaze made them nervous. They continued until they reached the security center. One of them knocked on the door. In there room, there were three security operators and another Eraser they knew and trusted to be their "friend".
Their friend grinned and came to the door and let them in, then said to the operators. "You guys are relieved…We'll take it from here." The operators left without question. They locked the door and set to work on the cameras. Their friend typed feverishly as he hacked the system and took control of security and installed a camera loop. After a few tense moments the friend said "We're in…let's move this along." One of the two Erasers pulled out a cell phone and dialed….The call traveled down to the couple on Level 3. When the call was answered the Eraser said "Go!"

I couldn't believe it came to this. I hadn't been in a containment cell in a long time…it seemed so long ago. I was born at the School and this place was all I knew…I wasn't treated badly…so I had no reason to hate the Whitecoats. I never understood why the bird kids and others like PC had a desire to be free and away from everything that was familiar. After sitting here, chained and locked inside a room with bare walls, I began to understand why. Suddenly, I heard the squeaky wheels of a gurney approaching. I tensed…what was coming now? Two Jawz appeared their eyes bright with a morbid happiness. They quickly opened the cell and over powered me. In seconds I was strapped down and was being wheeled down a hallway. As I laid their helpless and unable to move, I knew that I was going to be decommissioned. Then something happened…unexpectedly… two Erasers intercepted the Jawz.
"Out of our way mutts," one of them said in a deep throaty voice.
"We were given orders to escort Chase the rest of the way," one of the Erasers said, flashing a document in their faces. The Jawz looked at each other.
"Let me see the paper." The Eraser handed it to the one that spoke first. He took it in his colossal hands and looked at it. Jawz are known for their strength, not their brains. His eyes passed over the document with little to no scrutiny…all he knew was that it looked official and that was good enough for him. The Jawz grunted and handed me over. As they left, the Eraser continued to roll me down the hall. Then I recognized the two of them. The one with the papers was called Ray…the other was called Killer, for obvious reasons. They wheeled me down a small obscure hall that I knew did not lead to room 339. In this hall was another gurney identical to mine, with an unconscious form under a white sheet.
I looked at them questioningly. "What are you guys doing?" Killer began to untie me.
"We're getting you out of here, boss," Ray said with a smile. "Look who we got for your replacement." He said, pulling the sheet back. It was an unconscious Wraith, how they were able to incapacitate it was beyond me but they had.
"That thing doesn't look anything like me," I said hopping off the gurney.
Ray shrugged "Details, who needs them…come on."

I looked at my watch nervously. "Come on let's get this going," I mumbled. I began to pace agitatedly. My phone then vibrated in my pocket, I answered it.
"Raf, we've got Chase, we'll be there in five minutes," the caller said.
"Okay, I'll be waiting." I hung up and took a deep breath. Leaning against the wall, I reached into one of the pockets in my cargo pants. Fingering the shards of glass I had collected. None of them were very big; my finger tips explored their points and edges. I pulled my hand out of my pocket as I heard the sound of wheels approaching. My two trusted Erasers and Chase appeared. One of them pushed him toward me.
"He's all yours Raf…now if you will excuse us…we've got a double to deliver." I made a smirk as the two Erasers charged off with the gurney and imposter in tow. Chase looked at me bewildered.
"I'll explain on the way…follow me." The place we were at was one of the lower levels of the School. It was where maintenance people often went and very few Whitecoats or Erasers dared to go. I had found out about it through one of my pack members. As we walked, I explained everything to Chase and he seemed to be grateful for this risk we were taking. We finally reached the exit that went out onto the grounds. Here I stopped and gave him the most serious stare I could muster. I didn't like taking risks and the fact that I was doing this put me way out of my comfort zone.
"Once we get out here…your goal is to run for the fence and get as far away from here as you can. There will be running and screaming and most likely Land Sharks and Howlers will be all over us. I am here to provide cover for you. No matter what happens to me, keep running. If you don't escape you'll undo everything I and the others have worked for…got it. I'm serious, Chase. If you're alive and recaptured, decommissioning won't be your only worry."
"I gotcha," Chase nodded, his face stern.
"Alright," and with that I opened the door and we bolted out like two spooked foxes. The sky was dyed the color of raspberries and blood as we made our way to the fence. Then the Howlers and Land Sharks began their approach in small groups of two or three. I pulled out one of my shards and used my ability to make it move at a ridiculously fast speed. It sped through the air, cutting through the creatures like paper. They cried out in agony, tumbling forward and sideways as their throats were cut and eyes gouged. I looked over my shoulder and saw two howlers ganging up on Chase. I diverted my attention and threw another shard cutting up the beasts in the same gory fashion. Then all of a sudden, alarms began to blare and Howlers and Land Sharks began to pour out on the grounds in overwhelming numbers. Chase cried out as a Land Shark tackled him. I had to turn my back on the mob that was pursuing me again to assist. I threw another shard. When Chase was free, I turned my attention back and as soon as I did, I came face to face with a Land Shark as it pushed its heavy paws into my chest knocking the wind out of me and sending me to the ground. Holding back the creature's jaws I snuck a peek at Chase, who had started to climb the fence. I thrust my claws into in Land Shark's gullet and then tossed it aside. I wiped the blood on my pants and pulled out another piece of glass. I needed to get back inside and I began to clear a path for myself. I had made it half way until more Howlers and Land Sharks arrived and formed a massive ring around me. They snapped at my ankles and swiped at me with their claws. I kicked and slashed any that got too close. Next, pain shot through my wrist as the electric shock from the Ring took effect. My muscles tensed up so much that it hurt. After the shock was over I knew that something had happened inside the building. I pressed my lips into a line and glowered at the creatures that surrounded me. The thought that we had been discovered or betrayed stirred up my anger. I pulled out the remaining shards, three pieces nestled between my fingers in each hand. The Land Sharks and Howlers shifted their position…it looked like they were ready for an attack. The first few darted forward and I met them head on…….

"Will you quit picking at it!" I said tartly.
"It itches," PC retorted irritably. We were back in the truck again, after a brief emergency back in town. PC had me scared for a bit as we drove there going 80 in 65 zone; I thought he was going to die. But he told that the bite wouldn't …it would just make him VERY miserable. Anyways, when we got there we wasted no time in helping PC. At first we were going to go to a clinic, but PC still found enough strength to protest. We eventually found some iodine and almost like magic, signs of infection were starting to disappear. It was weird…but then again that wasn't a normal dog that bit him. After that we were back on the road and now PC had this annoying habit of picking at the bandages.

Ana may thing I am being a pest, for picking at my wound, but it REALLY did itch and it was maddening. I was feeling better by the way, I still had some symptoms but they were going away gradually…which was good because I was not up for taking antibiotics or setting foot in a doctor's office.
"Why didn't tell us you were feeling bad?" Ana asked, breaking my concentration on the itch in my shoulder.
"I thought I could handle it…. Besides, look at all of the progress we've made in terms of travel," I said pointing to the horizon.
"You could have been seriously weakened or you could have died," Ana said.
"We've been through this; I wouldn't have died. Don't worry. If Erasers had attacked, which they didn't, I could have held them off long enough for you to get some distance."
Ana rolled her eyes. "Somehow I doubt that." I shrugged and titled my head back. "What are you doing now?"
"Trying to sleep, you mind?" Ana huffed at me then laid down too. Suddenly the old man slammed on the breaks, both of us lurched forward.
"What?" I muttered. I crawled over to the back window and peered through it. There was something in the road. A black car? I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
"PC what's going on?" Ana whispered. I placed my hand on her head and shoved it down. "Be quiet and stay down." The old man got out of the car and approached the vehicle. A man in a black suit came out of the car, hands in his pockets. The two started to converse…I knew these kind of shady people…he was an Eraser alright, I could smell it, that old man had no chance of holding his own against that Erase if ie decided to turn hostile. Why did this have to happen now? We were almost to Georgia…the place where I sent my last message to Bree. The sky was becoming brighter as dawn was beginning to arrive. I turned to Ana. "Stay here…we've got trouble." I slid out of the trunk and slowly made my way to the driver's side. When I was certain that the Eraser's attention was diverted, I climbed inside. It had been a while since I had driven a car or truck, but that didn't mean I didn't know how. I put on my seatbelt, honked the horn and put it in gear. Slamming my foot on the accelerator the old man ran out of the way as I slammed his truck into the black car, missing the Eraser.
"Darn it." Ana screamed again and I immediately unbuckled myself and got out. The Eraser was hauling her out of the trunk, but she hung on for dear life. "Let go of her!" I snarled, wrapping my arm around his neck. The Eraser gagged and elbowed me in the stomach. I recoiled and the Eraser pulled out a fire arm.
"You're a slippery one…I'm going to put you down right now."
"NO!" Ana jumped on him and tried to grab the gun. He flipped her over with ease.
"Get off me, human." Suddenly the Eraser was slugged in the jaw by the old man. Knocked silly, he collapsed to the ground.
"Now that's no way to treat a lady," the old man said helping Ana up."
Thank you," I said to him.
"Least I could do…Now you two in some sort of trouble?"
I looked at him quizzically "Did you have to ask?"
He laughed and said "You two better take that stranger's car. I don't want to get mixed up in this whole mess. I've got my own problems."

"Understandable." I looked the car over. It looks like it will still run. Thanks for everything."
"Don't mention it. Now you two hurry. We best be clearin out before this fella wakes up. You two take care of yourselves. By the way my name's Salem Johnson." He said extending a hand.
I shook it and said "My name's PC, this is Ana." Salem smiled and with that we all rushed into our vehicles. We let Salem go first.
"You buckled up?" I asked.
"Yeah, let's go already," Ana said eyeing the Eraser warily. After a moment, she giggled and smiled at me. "He's going to be pretty mad when he wakes up."
I grinned. "You bet." I put the car in reverse and we were off…..

It had been hours since the latest escape attempt at the School had ended. Two janitors and a pair of Jawz made their way to the grounds. Their job was simple, clean up the mess of whatever poor soul was unfortunate enough to get ripped up by the Land Sharks and Howlers. As they approached the sight, the air was rank with decay. Howlers and Land Sharks lay on the concrete stiff from death in black pools where blood had soaked into the ground.
"Whoa man! Look at this mess!" One of the janitors said setting to work on piling the carcasses up. "Yeah and the stench isn't any better," his partner commented. The two Jawz sent to guard them idled near by growling to themselves. As the janitors sorted the mess, the first one to speak said. "Haven't you noticed that all we've picked up up are dead monsters?"
"Yeah what about it?…wasn't there a—" Suddenly the two heard a soft moan. They moved toward the sound hurriedly, they hadn't expected anyone to be alive. The two men moved several Howlers aside until they reached a form curled up defensively on the ground, arms held up over its face. "Poor Kid," the janitor said. His partner grabbed the person's wrist, "Hey look, He has one of those Rings. He's a Collector."…..

"PC, my feet hurt," Ana complained as she walked behind me. I rolled my eyes and ignored her. She had complained for two miles that her feet hurt.
"I wish there was something I could do for you Ana, but I can't, so quit whining." The heat had evaporated my patience and I was in a bad mood. Okay, I know when we last left you, we had knocked out an Eraser and stole his car. We didn't anticipate that we would run into more Erasers, but unfortunately we did, so after a high speed chase we ditched the bucket of bolts and were now making the rest of the trip on foot. Fortunately, we were already in Georgia.
"Man, it's hot, I'm glad the sun is going down," Ana commented. I growled to myself as I tried to figure out a way to get to the town known as Albus. But Ana left me very few options after our ride with Salem; she insisted that we not hitchhike anymore, because the drivers and whoever they had with them could get hurt. I admired her sense of justice and morality, but that left us with no other way to get to Albus any faster. Tired, I sat on the ground, Indian style and began to think. "What are you doing?" Ana asked. I didn't reply. When I exasperated enough NOT to give you a snappy comeback, you knew I was pissed. Good thing Ana sensed that, because I would have hated to snap at her. She stood over me then sighed and walked away, then returned. "Hey, PC, there is a sign over here!" she shouted. A sign….Wow. I got up and followed her to one of those rectangular ones with white letters on it: Albus 5m and Chamberlain 10m. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Way to go, Ana…that's quite a discovery. At least we are going in the right direction," I said with a grin.
"5 miles isn't so bad is it? That's only five minutes right?"
"No, Ana…It's only five minutes if we were in a car going 60…You know what! I am just going to go ahead and say it… Ana, we need a car."
"You mean hitchhike? Not again?"
"There is no other way …as much as I would like to I can't fly you there. We can continue to walk, but if we do we are going to go nonstop. Because in there…" I said pointing to the woods in front of us. "It will be very difficult to navigate in the dark."
Ana swallowed and sighed, "Fine, we will wait and see if a car comes, but only for five minutes, okay?"
"Fine then," I said. We stood by the sign and waited. But there was no car, truck or anything else in sight. After five minutes was up I sucked it up and we entered the woods.
After several hours of walking the sun had finally gone and night was upon us. Night in the woods is a bit spooky, shadows and the moon like to play tricks on you and the sudden movement of animals doesn't help. We had taken a break and eaten the last of what food we had stored in our pockets. An owl hooted near by and the fluttering sounds of bats could be heard overhead.
"I think this was a bad idea," Ana said clinging to my arm. I slid it out of her grip.
"You'll be okay; you've stood up to Erasers, haven't you? Then you shouldn't have any problem, walking through the woods," I said. She nodded and stayed close to me. I saw the lights of the town coming into to view. "See, we're almost there."
"Good." Then out of the darkness a deer darted in front of us. Its long front limbs tucked close to its body while its back legs flailed behind it along with its raised tail. It glided through the air as it made its way further into the woods. Soon the stamping sound of hooves heralded the arrival of the rest of the deer's herd.
"Something must've spooked them," I muttered.
"You don't think it could be—"
"It might…Do you think you would feel better if we ran the rest of the way?"
"Yeah," she breathed. Taking the deer's advice we bolted towards the town. I had a feeling that something was near by and it was following us. Thump! Thump! Thump! Looking over my shoulder I realized it wasn't the sound of my heart. It came from the heavy paws of a pack of Land Sharks behind us. I grasped Ana's arm and moved her in front of me.
"Keep running!" One of the Land Sharks roared at us as we began to make a gap. Two beasts broke from the group and were running along side of us. We tried moving towards town, but the one on our left snapped at us. "We're going to have to get rid of these guys first. Go straight ahead, Ana." I gazed at the town longingly out of the corner of my eye as we passed it. We were now being chased outside of town into the countryside. In front of us was a corn field, a good place to hide. Quickly I grabbed a stone and hurled it at the monsters behind us. It bashed the lead creature in the head. The beast roared and shook its head, decreasing speed and causing the rest of the formation to stumble ontop of it. Picking up speed, I ran beside in Ana. The Land Shark on the left lunged for me. I grabbed its outstretched paws and hurled it into its partner on the right. We ran into the field and didn't stop until we were in the center.
"Ana stumbled in behind me and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
"We-need-to-head back…. to town," I panted, helping her to her feet. "If we head this way…" I said pointing left "It…. should get us there."
" Okay." I was still out of breath, but the Land Sharks would be on us soon. So we headed in the direction I had pointed. We had just cleared the field when the horrible beasts reappeared behind us and a few stragglers were coming from the left and the right. We had no choice but to run straight, which took us into more woods. As the shadows of gnarled trees passed us, we arrived at a moonlit clearing. There we were surrounded again. I was kind of glad that Land Sharks didn't talk.
"Ana," I whispered. "I am going to clear a path for you…I see a light further away. See if you can get some help. If not. Get to town and ask for a girl named Breeaka. Got it?"
"O-okay," her voice trembling.
"You can do it, Ana." She nodded. I yelled and charged at one of the Sharks in the circle. At that time they all attacked me, leaving, Ana the opportunity to run, but two broke away and followed her. I threw the creatures off and some automatically backed away. "Oh you guys are in for it now…. Now that Ana is gone I can show my true colors." I got down on all fours and transformed, then with claws out and my fangs bared, I attacked……