Elize didn't want to turn. Her injuries were still healing. But she didn't have to turn to fight the monsters in front of her. With a scream, she pushed upwards, her hands extending to claws. As the wolf reached just above her head, she grabbed its shoulders with her claws. Her legs wrapped around its waist, eliciting a surprised yelp from it.
With a grunt, she twisted her body, turning the wolf's torso towards the right while she kept its lower body still with her legs. She heard the crack of his backbone and a pained howl. Before it crashed onto the ground, she let go of her grip on his shoulder and slashed at its neck, severing its head from its body.
With a thud, the lifeless body of the wolf fell right at the foot of a trembling Skye. She was about to reach out to the girl when she saw her hands. They were covered in blood up to her elbows. She quickly hid her hands behind her, seeing the effect of the sight on the girl. Skye didn't look like she'd ever get used to gore.
