Stopping Momentum

"Don't be too angry, I was just testing if you have a way to protect your soul,"

Vincent's eyes narrowed, his wolf gaze piercing through the woman's nonchalant but insulting words. 

Despite the aftermath of their clash, her demeanor seemed almost casual, as if toying with him and almost damaging his soul was just a trivial matter.

"Bullshit, that attack was meant to kill me," he growled, his eyes burning with fury. He couldn't deny the reality staring him in the face. 

He had become too confident, convinced that he had reached the pinnacle of this world, and let his guard down, allowing the woman to strike at him not once, not twice, but three times. 

The taste of his own vulnerability was bitter, almost choking him with the bitter truth that he was not invincible after all. This woman, whom he had underestimated, had come dangerously close to snuffing out his existence.

"At least you're still alive, "she replied.