At last, I got my arms under me and rolled to the side.
The moon was starting to set behind the clouds, but my night vision was better than even the average werewolf's, and the scene was as clear as daylight.
Jace and Parker grappled, claws digging in and legs straining, and then they flew apart.
Drops of blood spattered away from them, but I couldn't tell whose wounds were worse.
"I'm going to rip your guts out like you did to Tyler," Parker snarled. He was half-crouched, eyes glowing with power and malice, and he started to side-step, looking for an opening.
Jace moved too. He was favoring his right leg. It would be healing by the second, but a second was all it would take. "I'll drag the little bitch back home and he'll spend the rest of his life chained up taking my knot. Think about that while you fucking die."
On the last word, he lunged, his claws aimed straight for Jace's chest.
