Sibel’s POV
Without warning, Cara lunged at me again, but I dodged. “You think you can take me on, Sibel?” she snarled, charging at me with a feral intensity.
I quickly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding her grasp. “Is this how you want to handle things? You’re just proving my point that you can’t handle the truth!”
“Shut up!” she yelled, spinning around to face me once more; anger filled her face. “I’ll show you how a real werewolf fights!”
As she lunged again, I ducked low, grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm behind her back. “You’re not as tough as you think, Cara!” I shouted.
But she wasn’t done yet. With a swift motion, she broke free from my grip and spun around, catching me off guard. “You’re going to regret this!” she hissed, swiping at me with her claws again.
I dodged to the side, the sharpness grazing my arm, sending a jolt of pain through me. “Is that all you’ve got?” I taunted. "I expected more from an alpha!”