23. My Assailant
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My body perked up, and I subconsciously let out a moan of pleasure. The wolf's head snapped in my direction. I knew exactly who it was. How did Killian get here?
Killian lunged at my assailant. He definitely did not expect anyone to come to my rescue. He stumbled to the ground with a loud thud. I could smell his fear from where I lay on the ground. The situation had changed. Once a predator, now prey, he would not be able to fight Killian and live to see another day.
I am grateful to Killian, though I am still confused about how he happened to appear right on time. How did he know that I was here to begin with?
My assailant scurried against the ground, trying to get out of Killian's watchful eyes. Killian was in an attack stance. Even if he tried to
