Make An Enemy I

It was a bad idea, I didn't need anyone to tell me that. 

In hindsight, someone else could've probably stopped Dahlia. Even if no one did, Milo was the son of an alpha― he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Any rational mind wouldn't have stood still to let an insane werewolf maul them to death, and I was at least quite sure that Milo still had some form of sanity left within him.

However, what if he didn't? What if part of him longed to die under Dahlia's sharp claws? 

I was by no means capable of standing my ground against Dahlia when it came to physical prowess, but my body reacted before my mind could even catch up.

"Harper!"