Chapter 119

ACHILLES. I’m bleeding almost everywhere. My shoulder still feels raw and strained. My legs are not as strong as I want them to be, and the betrayals have all done numbers on me that I could never explain or process right now. And yet, I find myself charging at the beast with all the courage I can muster, shifting into my wolf form in midair and using my speed to leap. Up, up, up. As far as I can go. Extending my claws far and big, aiming for the unhealed stitches on its face. The beast realizes too late what I’m up to. By the time it raised its own hands to snatch me right out of the air, I’m already landing on its face, letting gravity pull me as I drag my nails along its fragile skin until the only thing I can hear is tearing. A warm gush of pungent blood washes over me. I spit it all out as it gets into my mouth, blinking it away when some of it gets into my eyes. The smell is so terrible, perhaps even more horrible than before, but I don’t let it get to me as I land on my four