I stood as still as a statue, staring blankly at the scene in front of me. Elena had been pushed to the ground by some huge wolf thing, and there were about one-hundred of them growling as if they were a crowd of idiots watching people fight. And I hated fights. I frowned.
I walked slowly towards the werewolf on Elena, and yanked it off easily. It seemed surprised that I was so strong.
"Why are you fighting? What are you? And what has she done?" I asked, still holding the wolf in my hand. Elena had risen from the ground, and the wolves were slowly backing away, but trying to look tough.