I took the vial, nails digging into my palms—forcing down the urge to rush over to Lucy.
No mother could watch her own child get hurt and did nothing, but a voice in my head kept shouting: If Daniel didn’t go down, none of us made it out alive.
Besides, I still had to save Adrian.
I clenched my jaw, pushed off the ground, and in an instant, I was right in front of Daniel.
The wolf he’d turned into was small. Once upon a time, I’d even felt sorry for him, seeing him so weak.
But now? I just wanted to laugh. Being weak was not a crime, but using a knife on someone weaker? That was unforgivable.
The moment the vial splashed out, Daniel realized something was wrong.
He spun his head around, pupils shrinking, and hurled Mia who was still tucked under his arm, straight at me. Then he turn
