137

With the short bloody dagger still in my grip, I readied myself for the worst as the two rogue wolves closed in on me, their snarling faces contorted with hunger and aggression. I braced myself for the impending attack.

My grip on the dagger tightened, the maternal instinct within me more than ready to protect the child cradled at the corner, not very far from me. The weight of responsibility bore down on me, and I was ready to face whatever threat came our way.

The first one lunged at me, it’s claws slicing close to my cheek in a deadly swipe and causing me to stumble a few step back. Without hesitation, I swung the blade at its snapping jaw, only missing it by a few inches.

My stand against them only made them angrier. I knew I stood no chance against them in my human form as my movement was too sloppy and still weak from childbirth. My wolf was of no use either, she was in no position to fight either.

An hour or two could bring us more recovery but that seem to be the last thing