The man gave a sign to his people not to intervene and he lunged in an attempt to hit me. Somehow I saw what he was about to do and I managed to step away as fast as possible. He made a few steps forward to where I stood, not able to stop the inertia, then turned to face me, surprise was written all over his pale face. The blade of my dagger had brushed his right cheek and blood dripped down from the cut.
I smiled. I knew I shouldn’t be so smug about it, but I actually felt victorious. People like him shouldn’t scare me and I hated him because he did, which immediately increased my dislike for him.
Angry, the man attached again, fists out, fingers ready to summon his magic. I focused on him, on the few seconds, a blink of the eye, when he was reaching for me, my wolf growling with satisf
