I dropped the dented ice bucket, my empty hands coming up into a tight, defensive fighting stance. I took a deep, steadying breath, letting the familiar armor of hatred settle over my heart. I didn't have a silver blade, and I didn't have a plan. But as the monster lunged at me, I bared my teeth right back at him.
The rogue Lycan lunged at me, a blur of fur, claws, and raw muscle in the dim emergency lights of the service hallway.
My training took over. I didn’t think; I moved. I ducked beneath his sweeping right claw, the wind from his hand whistling past my ear. As his momentum carried him forward, I drove my elbow fiercely into his exposed ribs.
Crack.
The monster grunted, but his supernatural healing factor made him tough. He spun around, snapping his jaws inches from my face. I st
