Kiera closed her eyes, then opened them abruptly.
They glowed fierce red in the darkness.
The next instant, she became a blur and dashed towards Logan.
The lycanthrope reacted swiftly, backing away and lashing out with his claws.
Kiera slipped past his claws and raked his chest, staining his silver fur with blood.
However, as if he didn't even feel pain, Logan didn't react to her attack.
Instead, his forearms grabbed her shoulders, claws sinking into her flesh.
He slammed her back to the ground, pinning her beneath him.
Kiera's head rang, but she knew she couldn't afford to be dazed. A fierce kick struck the lycanthrope's stomach, making him wince slightly.
However, his grip on her didn't budge.
Realizing that a kick was useless, Kiera endured the pain and grabbed his legs, trying to shove him off her.
It was futile. She had underestimated his strength, and she was even unable to do a thing.
