Casmas Clan: Josiah and Clara
Chapter Eighteen

~ Clara Clara cried out in pain when the grey wolf's jaws wrapped around her forearm. It hurt like hell, but the forearm was a lot better than the wolf's actual target; her throat. With the wolf desperately trying to snap her arm, Clara couldn't concentrate on spell casting any further. A loud roar caused her to jerk in surprise and fear, seconds before a huge lion leaped at her and the wolf attacking her. He easily batted the wolf away from her, like a tabby playing with a ball of yarn. The lion then positioned itself over her prone form, challenging any others who came near her.

Clara was extremely grateful for the lion's presence, it allowed her to concentrate once more and attempt a healing spell for her arm. Healing was her weakest skill, but she was still able to chant a small one. A green mist formed around the deep bite marks on her arm, as it slowly, but steadily, sealed the wounds, though it did nothing for the broken radius.

Oh well, it really didn't matter at the moment, she didn't need her right arm to cast a spell with, and now that the lion was protecting her, she didn't have to worry over another wolf going for her throat. Sliding out from beneath the lion's massive body, Clara began chanting another spell to aid Josiah and now the Casmás members against the wolf pack.

~ Josiah Josiah dodged another wolf, this one an unknown black wolf, in his mad dash for Albert. The man was going to die for this. For attempting to kill him all those years ago, but mostly for coming after Clara. Rogé had surprisingly disappeared when the battle first began; Josiah had never believed his father was a coward, but evidently, he was mistaken on that front too.

There! There was his target. Albert was at the back of the den, accosting a young lioness. The girl couldn't have been older than eighteen and was quite small for her species. Albert was too involved in his tormenting of the lioness to hear Josiah's approach before it was too late. The lioness perked up upon noticing him, alerting Albert to his presence. It didn't bother Josiah; he wanted Albert to twist in his direction. To confront him face to face.

Snarling in rage, Josiah leaped at Albert the instant their eyes met and recognition flared in Albert's orange glowing eyes. They clashed in mid-air, both snapping at each other's weak spots. Josiah knew he wasn't a fighter, and especially not a killer, but he was definitely making the exception today.

~ Dermet Dermet swatted another wolf that charged at him and Clara. Every time he would fling a wolf away from them, Clara would finish it off with a lightning bolt. Even though it was quite annoying, Dermet would rather kill them himself, it did make it easier on him with protecting her.

The fight was dying down, with each new member of the Casmás the wolves were being easily outnumbered now and beaten. Noticing no one was near them; Dermet took the chance and shifted. In seconds he was back in human form and kneeling before Clara. She flinched at his touch, but he didn't take it personally.

"I smell blood on you, where are you injured?"

"Just my arm, it's broken. I healed the bites though. Nothing bad is going to happen to me because of them, is there?"

Dermet raised his head and blinked at her serious face several times, before chuckling at her absurdity.

"No, you don't have to worry about that. It's just a myth. You are born as a shifter, not bitten. Let me see your arm."

Clara's eyes widened at his request; Dermet first believed it was because she was terrified of shifters until he heard the warning howl from behind. Knowing it would be too late, but having to attempt blocking the attack anyway, Dermet quickly spun around.