I watched in astonishment. The sight felt a little gore but it was not enough to scare me. I was a predator, and the blood running through my veins screamed in excitement, my heart thumping madly, and my claws itching to be let out.
But I needed to be patient. My time would definitely come, eventually.
And then it came.
I slid into my position, my muscles tensing with an adrenaline rush. I didn't have to wait long to work my role as a wall when one of the Martens, realizing within seconds that they had severely underestimated Fenric's strength, turned tail and bolted for the escape route.
I caught him mid-air as he tried to leap past, the impact of his own speed slamming him into my solid grip. I swung him around and sent him tumbling back toward the place Damar was waiting like a silent, silver reaper.
"Going somewhere?" I called out, my heart racing with that newfound tiger pride.
