Ryder
All four of them were hauled to the packhouse up the road, and she felt it. The slightest change in Corbyn’s demeanor as he walked, and she smiled, slipped a blade from her uniform and waited. He was being walked by her with a hand on his arm and nothing more. They’d conceded the battle and understood they couldn’t win. There was no reason to fight anymore.
But she knew he was going to turn on her. He was just gathering what he thought was his courage, but in reality it was his stupidity, and she let him. She was prepared for it when he turned at full Alpha wolf speed and snapped a hand to her throat, lifted her up off the ground by her neck and she smiled at him, had already taken a quiet breath in, knowing it was coming so she wouldn't struggle to breathe.
That blade she had in
