'Know what, Claire? I'd like to see you try,' Lauren, her jaw set in determination, says.
I sneer, 'Well, with your permission.'
'Don't just stand there then, little wolf. Come at me with all you've got.'
I lunge.
At the same time that Lauren does.
The space between us evanesces in an instant.
Then the world spins in 100x speed.
I hit the ground a thousand times in my launch. The world bleeds black in a flash of bony claws tougher than steel.
Appropriately panicked, I lash out with telepathy. I have an immediate feel for Lauren's position. She is walking towards me with the lentor of an inevitable calamity as the faint stench of burning fabric fills the air. The room is quickly choked by the temperature of her lycan presence. Hardly can I react to her assault; my sense of position is as good as a broken compass, and my eyes have to regenerate first to see.
