Chapter Five
He must have been stalking us right from the start. I knew I sensed someone, but that is no reason for smugness. This man promised to slay me, and it seems he is so intent on honoring that promise, he won’t even let a pack of wolves do it for him.
“I’m not done yet,” I tell him, c*****g my head to show my fearlessness. The truth is, on my knees and unarmed I have no chance.
“What are you going to do,” he says, “try to squeeze my prick to death again?”
He retrieves his arrow from the shoulder of the spliced wolf, seemingly more worried about wiping the head of it clean than he is about swiping my head from my shoulders. I am angry that he thinks me so feeble that he isn’t hurrying to dispatch me, and angrier still that I’ve left myself so defenseless. I take it out on my bo
