Pain

Leila's POV.

His eyes narrowed immediately he heard what I said.

He advanced towards me, his eyes glaring daggers at me.

I stood my ground not moving, my hands still hurt, but I didn't want him to know that.

My hands clenched on the stick tightly, waiting for him to do anything.

My wolf growled, wanting me to shift immediately, I tried placating it slowly.

"It's okay, I'm sure I can defend myself." I told my wolf.

He advanced closer and I tightened my hold on the stick, my eyes waiting for any slight move he was going to make.

"You're very foolish to think you can fight me." He mocked, staring at my hands slowly, I could feel the blood slowly drop on the floor.

His eyes locked on my bloody hands holding the stick tightly and he laughed.

Suddenly, I moved my foot forward quickly, I knew he wasn't fast enough.

I grabbed his arm with my other hand and with all my might pushed the stick against his stomach and he flew backwards on the ground with a thud.

He stood up angrily, "You are a wo