Laura’s Point of View.
Draco stood in the doorway, his face contorted in surprise and disbelief. He shouted a warning, and before I could react, he lunged at me, intent on stopping me.
His eyes widened when I stabbed his brother’s left arm, brandishing the dagger in front of me. He pinned me to the ground with a growl, his clawed fingers digging into my fur. The knife clattered to the floor as we rolled, snarling and snapping our jaws, our wolf instincts taking over. I struggled against his grip, but he wouldn’t let go.
Enough was said to give Draco the impression that I missed to stab his brother in the heart because I was startled by his arrival.
Damian had turned at the sound of his brother’s attack, and he saw me on the ground, my hands stained with blood from the knife that was lo
