Chapter 13 The Dagger In The Ground

• “Amaranta, that's my sister's name…” Nicholette fumbled with the words, as she saw Rafe's snide smile.
• Rafe looked exactly like he did at the party, minus the stolen crimson cape from the humble House of Fenris. The clothes he wore were the same, which made Nicholette guess werewolves don't own many clothes. Or maybe don't own any clothes at all and the pants and shirt he had just finished putting on were stolen too. Nicholette gripped firmly the handle of her silver dagger and calculated her odds. She could slice him to small pieces in his human form, but she had learned that lycan transformations took maybe half a minute. And she was surrounded with all sizes of wolves. Should she pounce? Should she go for his throat and take out the leader, sacrificing her own life in hopes of disarranging their strategies?
• Before she could answer to herself, Rafe had walked right past her and crouched next to the other of wolf Amaranta's cubs. He playfully tickled it and the puppy responded by biting Rafe's fingers with its sharp baby teeth. In this position, Rafe had his full back to Nicholette. She could stab him or slice his throat from where she stood.