In a rush of adrenaline, you punch the shop-window trying to create an exit.
The glass shatters against your hand cutting and bruising the skin but you keep tearing at the glass with all your might, you must get out.
Holding a large shard in your hand you feel an icky rubber hand on your shoulder.
You don't even think about it. It's like your hand moves by itself. Pushing the glass into the man throat, drilling in.
Your blood trickling down the glass mixing and gushing to the floor.
The man reaches for a perfume bottle but you smack it from his hands rolling uselessly under a table.
The modder gargles blood as he falls to the floor.
The wolf jumps from the counter but you give one last kick to the glass and disappear through the hole.
Running, cradling your aching hand. Mind racing, heart pounding.
What have you done?