“You think you can take me down, little girl?” the Beta sneered, his voice laced with venom. His fangs gleamed under the dim moonlight filtering through the windows of the Bloodmoon Pack hall. “Without Draven, you're just a weakling playing pretend.”
I clenched my fists, ignoring the sting from the claw marks on my arm. “You talk too much,” I spat, breathing heavily. My muscles ached, but adrenaline roared through my veins.
He lunged again, claws slashing toward my throat. I ducked and twisted, adrenaline sharpening my reflexes. A fierce growl escaped my lips as I slammed my fist into his side. He grunted, stumbling back.
“You've got some fight in you,” he said, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “But it won't be enough.”
I braced myself as
