Romain
I angle the knife upward and slice Soren’s arm just as Cade rams into me, his weight sending me crashing to the ground.
He rains his fists down on me, hitting my left ribs repeatedly before he strikes my jaw, which makes my teeth rattle. I clench them before twisting around and kneeing him in the stomach with all the force I can muster, which sends him reeling back.
Soren steps toward me, his movements slow and punctuated by pain. I roll away from them both before getting to my feet again, holding the knife tightly. As soon as Soren tries to lunge at me, I s***h out the knife and he backs away, bringing his hands up as if in surrender.
Bloody coward.
“I don’t know how you managed to keep your pack standing,” I jab at him. We’re circling each other now. I keep a close eye on
