It was as if a switch had flipped in me, a cold clarity washing over my fear. I looked him directly in the eyes, and for a moment, he hesitated, flinching slightly as if caught off guard.
“Let me go,” I said, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. I knew the odds—he was at least ten times stronger than me. Physically, I had no chance at fighting him off. But this wasn’t just about brute strength; this was a game, and I could choose whether to play it by his rules or mine.
He froze, his grip still firm, before his lips curled into a sharp, mocking laugh. The sound grated on my nerves, but it was exactly what I expected. Why would he take orders from me? To him, I was just a weak human. And he? A towering werewolf brimming with confidence and dominance.
But as he laughed, I stu
