Page 78 of Shadow City: Silver Wolf

"You think you can take me?" He chuckled, but there was an edge to it. "I'm not some weak wolf shifter like the ones you fought yesterday."

So, he knew what had happened, and he was nervous. The vileness of his soul rolled off him and into me. "Good. They were easy." Needing to intimidate him as much as possible, I charged first and punched his jaw.

His neck snapped back, and his eyes widened with rage. "Fine. Let's do this." He lunged toward me, using his weight as his weapon.

Good, that was what I wanted him to do. That was what all men did—tried to use their strength against me. But I was faster and more agile than they were.

I spun out of the way, and the bear ran into the tree I'd been standing in front of. I twisted around and kicked his back, making his head slam hard into the trunk.

A loud growl shook his body as he pushed off and pivoted toward me. A large cut had opened on his forehead, and the blood dripped down his face and into his eye.

Not bothering with threats, he leaped at me and wrapped his hands around my waist, tipping me over. I landed on my back with his full weight on top of me.

"You won't win against me," he spat as he grabbed my arms, pulling them up on both sides of my head.

Yes. Irrational rage. That was what I wanted.

I forced myself to ignore the pain in my shoulders and kneed him in the balls. His face blanched as agony radiated through his body, and his hold on my wrists slackened.

Tapping into my wolf strength, I rolled him off me and kicked him in the stomach. He groaned as he curled into the fetal position, one hand wrapping around his belly and the other going to his family jewels.

As if he wasn't sure which one needed protecting more.

My biggest problem was that I had a decision to make, and one that I couldn't take lightly. I pulled the knife from my ankle and lifted it as I approached him.

Should I kill him or let him live? He wasn't a great person, but could I kill someone in cold blood?

"Do it!" he yelled. "Kill me."

And that answered my question. He was desperate for death. "No, you're coming with me." But I had no clue how to take him. I didn't have handcuffs or rope. How the hell would I restrain him?

My mind ran over possible scenarios as the guy reached for his belt buckle. My body coiled, ready for another round of fighting.I'm on the side of the road. I took down a bear shifter who’s getting ready to attack again.

I’ll be there shortly,Griffin said.Just stay alive.

Easier said than done. I held my knife, ready for battle, but the guy didn't remove his belt—rather, he pulled something out. It looked like a pill.

No! Surely that couldn't be what I thought it was.

I rushed toward him as he put the pill in his mouth.

"What are you doing?" I screamed, as I reached him.

I squeezed his cheeks, trying to make him open his mouth, but he clamped it closed. His eyes widened as his body jerked.

"Spit it out." I smacked his face like that was going to make him listen to me. "Now."

His mouth finally opened, but spit bubbled out as he choked. His eyes bulged, and his body convulsed.

Tears dripped down my face as I watched the life fade from his eyes. I didn't know the guy, and he obviously wasn't a nice person, but that didn't mean he had to die. Not like this.

Who the hell was after me? They had to be bad if this guy was willing to kill himself instead of facing their wrath.

CHAPTER TWO

Wings flapped overhead,and I tore my gaze from the dead man. I wiped away my tears and stood, knife in hand.

My mind still felt fuzzy from whatever drug remained in my system, so being able to fight as well as I had was a godsend. My breathing became labored as I scanned the area, waiting for whoever was coming to appear.

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