Chapter Two

(Lena's POV)

The intruder held the knife in his other hands, and I notice it is a short distance from Kaden's neck. If I met up with him quick, faster than he could hurt Kaden, then maybe I could have a chance, but I can never play such games with my son's life.

Kaden stirs, and then he is awake, and he lets out a silent cry, using that as a little distraction. I lunched at the werewolf man, kicking him in the nuts and taking Kaden before he could fall to the ground.

The werewolf is quick to strike, despite how hard I hit him. I only had a moment to place Kaden on a table before I blocked the punch thrown at me, but my arm still hurt from the force of the hit. More punches are coming at me, and I have no time to attack, only defend.

This was no ordinary wolf; I knew it because I could easily bring down an average wolf. There was something about the way he fought that was unlike anything I had ever seen.

But then I move swiftly and his next punch lands against the wall, his arm digging