Her Wolf

[Tatiana’s POV]

My heart begins to hammer in my chest as I stare up at the bastard above me. This was an unexpected turn of events, but I couldn’t just give up and start screaming for help. Instead, this was an opportunity to show what I was made of.

Narrowing my gaze, I kick up, connecting right between the bastard's legs, and when he tenses, I take advantage and push him away.

Jumping up, I attempt to rush toward the door, but before I can reach it, my hair is being grabbed, and I’m being thrown across the room. Huffing, I hit the wall and crumple to the floor.

“Do you really think you stand a chance against me, bitch?” He growls, his eyes flashing.

Did I? Maybe. I knew that he wasn’t a normal opponent since he was a mage and not a wolf, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t stand a chance.

Getting to my feet, I brace myself for his next attack. As I watch him, I can feel something in me beginning to shift. It’s different from the power I was getting used to. Whatever this was was much