C35 Victory… Or is it?

Aiden panted harshly as he stood over the subdued werewolf. The mutt had finally transformed back into his human form. Naked, batted, bruised, broken, and bleeding in all his glory if you could call it that.

He lay there in a pathetic heap on the blood-stained snow and Aiden felt pride fill his chest, although anger still paced in his heart his wolf was unsatisfied as the mutt still drew breath