But the expected agony never came. Instead, gasps echoed through the room.
Jade opened her eyes shakily and witnessed what was happening. I had confronted the silver dagger-wielding attacker head-on, my wolf's reflexes fully engaged.
The man lost in madness, flailed his blade without skill or caution. I dodged deftly, my movements fluid and precise, avoiding fatal strikes. Yet his blade still caught my arm, slashing through my white shirt sleeve. Blood instantly soaked the fabric, and pain bit into me as the silver burned my flesh, temporarily preventing my healing.
My amber eyes hardened with determination. I wouldn't let him hurt anyone else.
"You f*****g want to die?!" he roared, charging again.
I sidestepped with supernatural grace and seized his wrist in a flash, twisting vicious
