The sound of a frantically beating heart pounded in her ears. Claws and fangs descended as eyes glowed the brightest crimson. For an unknown reason, the she wolf recalled a random movie quote. It flashed through her mind without provocation, but seemed a perfect description of the current situation.
In normal times, evil would be fought by good. But in times like these, well, it should be fought by another kind of evil.
At no point in her life had she ever considered herself truly evil. But she never denied monster as an accurate description of what she was. A world of nightmares existed just outside the mundane drawl of everyday life. Handfuls of selected humans waged a war in that unseen realm. But sometimes mere humans could never hope to be a protector. In times like those, you needed another monster.
A snarl ripped past her lips as her claws caught the side of his face. Ragged welts opening on his cheeks. An almost overwhelming scent of iron quickly following.