Chapter 66

Darren yanked the blade free, sending a spray of blood across the floor. The wolf turned eyes the size of saucers on Darren, ears lying flat against his skull, fur standing on end. At that distance, he saw there was a white patch on its chest, and Darren resolved to use that as his target.

The wolf leaned back on its hind legs, its massive muscles gathering for a fresh attack. Darren braced himself, attuned to every flinch, every twitch, every snarl of the wolf’s lip. He needed to feel the wolf beneath his skin, he needed to stare him down, challenging him without a word. He didn’t look away. He didn’t blink. The staredown could have only lasted for a second, maybe two, but for Darren, it stretched on much longer.