Chapter 74 The Confrontation

• The night shattered into movement.
• I barely had time to process before the shadow lunged. A flash of silver cut through the air where my throat had been a second earlier. I twisted aside, instinct taking over before thought could catch up. My wolf surged forward, sharpening the world into clarity. Every heartbeat. Every scrape of boot against stone.
• The assassin moved like water. No wasted motion. No sound except breath and the whisper of steel cutting air.