GRAYSON
A LINE CROSSED
I stood apart watching as he built himself up on rage. The little prick was even huffing. He'd have been a perfect wolf, an even better rogue at that, but the moon didn't smile at his birth that night. I can't imagine how nagging it must have been teaching him discipline. Sending him out to fight would be suicide or voluntary manslaughter in the case of me.
I make up my mind unwilling to waste more time than I actually needed to.
"Just come at me, all you need to do is not even kill me, just cut me with your blade and I'll release you"
'This should be interesting' Gerzi says walking in. 'A little unfair though since it was the old man that taught you'
'Shut up, you want to replace him?'
'Cute' Gerzi says sitting on his back paws. 'As if you could win me if I had hands instead of paws'
My eyes shift from my wolf just seconds before the ignorant man came roaring towards me, his form sloppy and filled with holes. I move only tree steps back avoiding his blade,
