Oliver's POV
Simon didn't give me a chance to breathe. He moved like a flash of lightning, his body turning into a gray blur as he lunged at me. I didn't shift. I kept my feet planted in the dirt, my wolf howling under my skin, begging to be let out.
I ducked as his claws hissed through the air, inches from my throat. He was fast—faster than any vampire I had fought in years. He spun around, trying to kick my ribs, but I caught his ankle. The impact felt like hitting a steel pipe.
"Is that all, King?" Simon hissed, his red eyes glowing.
With a roar, I swung him bodily and slammed him into a nearby oak tree. The wood cracked, and the entire coven let out a collective hiss. Simon rolled to his feet, wiping black blood from his lip. He wasn't smiling anymore.
"Fine," he growled. "Let's see how you handle this."
