Slow, deliberate breaths were the only weapons that Charlie had against the rising panic stirring in her veins. Her heart was pounding hard enough to vibrate across her top and she felt each beat echo from her chest out to her extremities, her fingers humming with the readiness for a fight. She was confident in her abilities but not only was this her first time defending anyone and fighting outside of a training, but it was also restricted to her weaker human form. Small whimpers sounded behind her. The cries of her friend twisted her anxiety into anger, firing a hot glare towards the slowly approaching group of five.
“We just want the rich w***e, you other two can run along.” The presumed leader sneered, obviously thinking he could intimidate them into backing down.
Charlie mental
