Chapter 40
“Mai!” Gunner’s voice threaded toward me through the otherwise empty building. Vaguely, I noted that my recent yell might have sounded like pain rather than aggression to a distant werewolf. But I could ease the alpha’s worries later. For now, I had a fight to win.
Spinning on the balls of my feet, I dodged beneath my opponent’s sword, continuing to pretend my only impulse was defense. It wasn’t, though. Because I’d stopped worrying about my sword touching my opponent’s the moment I lost my temper. Which opened up an endless array of opportunities in the fight ahead.
In the end, I chose the simplest game plan—feigning a stumble in order to bait my cloaked enemy to attack. Predictably, my opponent responded just as I’d expected. He or she easily bypassed my flailing sword arm
