Chapter 22
Only, apparently I was wrong. Because even as I twisted upwards and lashed out at the attacking shifter with my newly materialized sword, someone behind my back noted, “Not too bad on the reaction front.”
Meanwhile, another voice was less approving. “Still not good enough to be an Atwood wolf.”
So I was being judged. Or hazed. Or perhaps there was really no difference between the two motivations. Because the wolf-form shifter in front of me didn’t pull his subsequent attack one iota. Instead, he dove under my sword so rapidly that I was hard-pressed to force him back.
Or I would have been hard-pressed had Gunner’s blood not fueled my footsteps. As it was, my feet pivoted and lunged faster than I’d thought possible, my muscles flexing even more quickly than kitsune strength s
