It might be because of an adrenaline rush, or how her mind didn't work properly, but she felt as if it was not the first time she had gone through something very exhilarating like this, where her life and death were hanging by a thread.
However, it was not the right time for her to dig deeper into this strange feeling; at that moment, the rogue was charging towards Kyrill, and she was in the way.
Her grip on the rock was steadfast, and she refused to budge, even though she couldn't fight, nor could she shift into her beast.
Everything went into slow motion. Fenja watched in dreadful silence as the beast leapt at her, his claws emerging. He was ready to rip her throat out and kill her right then and there.
Meanwhile, Kyril still curled behind her, trembling in fear, as she was the only shield that he had.
Damn it. She really had to straighten up her priorities. This job was too dangerous for her, who couldn't even protect herself.
