Page 63 of Blood of Ancients

He staggered as an animalistic growl sounded behind me.

I spun again, all arms and legs and swinging motions—

Just as the remaining wolf lunged at me and latched his jaws around my wrist.

I growled just as loudly as he did, fighting off the pain when he shook his head back and forth, plunging his teeth into my skin and nearly reaching my bones.

The wolf twin was latched on and didn’t plan to let go, while his brother tried to catch his breath behind me, on his knees, clutching his ribs.

I gripped the wolf by the scruff of his neck, hands digging into his fur, and spun him in a circle—

Crashing him into his kneeling brother.

They fell to the ground. The wolf rolled and got up, ready to lunge—

Squealing when I planted my foot on his brother’s throat and put pressure down, ready to snap his gods-damn neck.

The two second-years stared up at me in abject horror, the one under my boot with fearful human eyes, the other with wolfish yellow ones.

Blood trickled down my wrist between my fingers, down to my baton. I twirled it in my hand, trying to take my mind off the multiple wounds I’d suffered from jumping these three alone.

At least the oldest one was fully unconscious from my initial strike.

“Where’s your sister?” I demanded from the wolf.

He shifted into a naked human, on all fours with his dick hanging and a feral glint. “Fuck you, Torfen!”

I frowned. “Not gonna tell me?” My foot squeezed down on his brother’s throat.

He clutched grit and gravel. I saw what he was going to try. So I lifted my foot off his brother’s neck and kicked him square in the jaw, sending him flying.

He landed near his unconscious brother, knocked out.

“Ah!” cried the remaining twin. He tried to roll and get up, but I easily kicked his flailing hands aside and stood over him.

“You gonna play nice, or should I finish the job?” I asked, staring down my nose at the pitiful excuse for a shifter.

“You’d kill a fucking student?”

“In a heartbeat. Look into these eyes, Lanfen. Does it look like I give a shit about you?”

“No. But you give a shit aboutyou, you arrogant fuck. You’d be hung—”

“Already am. The word you’re looking for is ‘hanged.’ Where is your sister, boy? She was with you dumbasses when you chased me through the halls to my den.”

“I’m not going to tell—”

I kicked him viciously in the side, putting him in a fetal position.

After the next kick, realizing I wasn’t messing around, he told.

I didn’t even bother bandaging my wrist. It wasn’t broken, so I’d live with it until my job was done. The blood dripping as I trudged through the tunnels would have led any pursuers right to me, but I didn’t give a fuck.

My adrenaline was pumping. My glee at getting out of the Lanfen denmostlyintact made me feel invincible and superior. I’d taken on three of those assholes and only had a scratch and a numb spine to show for it.

Not bad for an hour’s worth of work.

But I wasn’t finished.

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