Maisie
The impact sent me crashing into the underbush and I cried out as claws ripped my side open. I barely got my arm up before jaws snapped shut inches from my face, a hot breath that smelled faintly of blood hit my face.
I jammed my forearm against the Lycan's throat and rolled hard, using the slope of the ground to throw its weight off me for a second.
And in that second, I reached blindly for anything, anything I could use to shield myself, because shifting now hurt like a bitch and took too long. Time I didn't have in a fight like this.
My hand closed over the discarded blade of a mercenary just as the Lycan lunged for me again, my fear overriding the nausea of holding a dagger, and I struck, stabbing him in the shoulder.
