CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

Enya pov

"I'm the one you don’t want to fuck with." I hear his voice before I notice Vincent hovering over my father. I may forget names or faces, but voices always stay in my memory, especially ones as deep and powerful as Vincent's. Every bit of logical thinking I have just flies out the window as I charge right at Vincent. It doesn't matter if I get hurt if one of the wolves gets hurt, but my father is untouchable. I'd rather die than let anyone harm him.

I take advantage of the moment he's too focused on my father and run to them. When I'm close enough, I drop to the ground and slide past the unconscious hunter's body. I grab the knife from his belt. At least I didn't forget where we keep our weapons. The moment my body stops sliding across the ground, I end up nearly in-between Vincent's legs. I grip the knife and lift it up, aimin