Chapter Forty: Spark

Oh, that hurt.

My hands shot up to rub at my throbbing skull. Hot streaks of embarrassment were shooting across the insides of my chest. I didn't want to look up and see Morax's face at my backward swan dive, but fate wasn't kind to me.

No, it seemed like it actually liked to mock me. It took one look at me and went, look it's Robin Mayas, the personal punching bag!

"...What are you doing, little wolf?" This is exactly why I should have been prepared for Morax's gold eyes to come into view. His face was dripping with confusion and he looked so perplexed, that it only made me feel like an idiot.

"I was... practicing my...escape methods?" I tried, but I knew it sounded lame.

The Alpha's brows shot up, and I wished he'd stop staring at me like I had grown a second head.

"Your escape methods involve bashing your brain cells out? Alright then, I suppose you see something new every day." He commented dryly, and my face colored.

"It's called a distraction leap."

"Ah." He said slow