In the end, you just couldn't bring yourself to end Williams's life. You struck the creature down with nonlethal blows. It would be weeks at least before he could recover sufficiently to hurt another person, and by then the military or your pack would have dealt with him, locking him in a place where he could never hurt anyone again.
Williams was down, but the battle wasn't over yet. While you'd been distracted, a new faction had entered the field, dressed in civilian clothes and wielding more primitive weaponry. The human soldiers were in disarray, and while they regrouped, the newly arrived humans raced you and your packmates toward a hole they had blown in the Haven exterior wall. Were they werewolf rights activists? In the fury of the smoke and blood, you'd neglected to ask them—the battle with Williams had drained you, mentally and physically.
The humans packed your group into a large vehicle and sped away from Haven, using the confusion to evade pursuit. A sudden impact from the right flipped the car, and you'd thrashed about in your seat, disoriented and gasping for breath. The last thing you saw before you blacked out was an unfamiliar lupine face.
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