My wolf screamed inside me. Survival instinct came in hot. My reflex took over. I moved before I thought.
My hand shot back, barely escaping the s***h.
I felt pain in my forearm.
“Not… bad,” he hissed, eyes wide with surprise. “You’re faster than you.”
“Shut up!” I snapped.
My senses were heightened. The scent of his sweat, the tension in his muscles, the sound of his heartbeat. I could see everything before it happened.
He lunged again, his claws aimed for my side. I dodged, twisting midair.
“You’re going to regret this,” he spat, his voice shaking just enough to know that he was panicking.
“You’re the one who should be afraid,” I said, stepping closer, my eyes locked on his.
He came again, but this time, wildly. I blocked with my forearm, and the impact sent a jolt of power th
