Vera's pov
I stood still as his blue and hazel eyes connected with mine...the same dagger held in my hand with which I thought I had killed him.
The stink ...the dark black substance.
How couldn't I recognise it?
It was there....on this knife when I used it for the first time.
Distracted with the thoughts, he got this as an opportunity to attack.
He snarls, and before I can react, his claw runs through my arm, wounding it.
Sh**!
I scream, rolling over the sofa and holding my arm to get back up, looking back at him, I find him ready to pounce.
The dagger fell somewhere in the fight, and I was defenceless.
I can try combat, but...I was wounded ..what the hell was in it? Why is my arm burning so much?
I can't fight.
I have to leave. This was nothing I had expected.
Hell, I haven'
