Estella’s POV
I collided with Lionel before he even finished shifting. He dug his legs into the ground, bracing hard, and I had to admit he was strong. The purple ring around his irises told me he’d taken a rejuvenation potion recently, which meant our strength was almost evenly matched.
In terms of speed, though, I was much faster.
I stopped trying to push him on the ground and darted sideways, slamming my shoulder into his still-human legs. By the time he hit the ground with a grunt and tried to rise, his shift was over, but I was already on him. My paw slammed into his chest, claws pressing in until the skin broke and a few droplets of blood stained his fur.
Lionel growled and thrashed beneath me, but the more he fought, the deeper my claws sank, dragging more and more blood to the
