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Everything was happening so fast that it took you a moment to process it all. The man who had just tried to rob you was stepping back shocked, his right hand shaking as he held the gun.
And the black wolf who had jumped at him a second ago trying to help you, was lying on the ground with blood pouring of the wound on one side.
The robber cursed out, turned around and ran away with your purse still gripped on his other hand, without even looking back. But you did, taking off your jacket as you approached the wolf, hoping that would be of any use to stop the bleeding until it got some help.
Suddenly the wolf growled and you stepped back startled, falling on your arse. Then your eyes widened when the animal began to change in front of you. Not longer a black wolf but a dark haired man in his 30s was lying down on the ground with a shot on his left shoulder. His midmatched eyes focused on you under the dim light of the street lamp, one blue, one brown, and that's when it hit you: you had just witnessed the local legend of the small town you had moved in, coming alive.