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!"
Briefly, I heard my name leave Blaise's lips, as well as felt Damon's panicked gaze fall upon me. However, I paid them no mind and headed straight for Milo. I wasn't sure where my burst of speed came from, but somehow, I managed to reach Milo just in time, pulling him out of the way right as Dahlia's claws were inches apart from his face.
