Thirty-Seven

Kiara’s POV

There was someone in my room and it wasn’t any of the wolves I lived with. I lay completely still, keeping my eyes tightly shut and trying to make sure my breathing remained even.

It was night time and everyone in the manor was fast asleep. Except for the intruder. And now me.

I tried to think quickly of what I could do to get out of this potentially dangerous situation. My dagger was all the way over on the table at the far end of the room and I silently cursed myself for being so careless with my weapon when I was expecting something like this to happen.

The person crept to my bed without making so much as a sound. I felt rather than heard the presence hovering above me. I waited, holding my breath until he came close enough and then I sprung into action.

Pulling his hand, I dragged him down to the bed and flipped him before he hit the mattress so that he landed on his back with a grunt. In another moment, my hand was around his throat and I squeezed tightly, ignoring his