The Power of Fear and Lust

I could feel the presence of the feral animal within him, threatening to consume him. The circling wolves had cornered him. His own fear was controlling too much of his brain. Frustration flooded my veins. Where was Leon? I roared, shredded one wolf's ear, and then another's four paw. But their snapping, salivating jowls kept coming. At eight to one, that was a strong possibility. Mirko hung back, waiting for his mob to bring me down. It wouldn't last long.