Diana's POV:
In all honesty, I thought it was the man from the convention who had come to finish the job and kill me. I didn't expect this man in front of me. Not even in my wildest dreams.
"You," I gasped, my hand going to my neck. It hurt so much, even to swallow. He had been intent on crushing my windpipe after all. "You're a werewolf?"
I got to my feet, putting a safe distance between us. My eyes move to the cleaver that had fallen a safe distance away. I did the math in my head, how long would it take for me to dive down and take it? Would I be fast enough? Would he get me first? Exposing my back to him would be deadly Take.
"You're not actually here to kill me, are you?" I asked. Of course I know he's here to kill me. I'm doing this to stall for time. "How....how is that even pos
