WILLA
I made the mistake of turning. Something rammed into my side with brutal force. I doubled over, clutching my stomach as pain exploded through my ribs.
It wasn't enough.
Another set of hands wrapped tightly around my leg — the boy I had thought was passed out cold. Then two more clasped my wrists, yanking them roughly behind my back. Cold silver cuffs snapped shut with a metallic click before I could twist free.
They kicked the back of my knees. I crashed down hard onto the rocky ground, scraping my skin raw against the sharp stones and roots.
"What were you saying about us shitty wolves?" Lance said, pushing away from the tree. His dagger glinted dangerously in the dim, filtered light as he pointed it straight at me, breathing hard.
"Weak," I replied without missing a beat. My lips drew back in a sinister smile that didn't feel like mine.
"Well, this weakling is going to kick that evil out of you this instant!" the boy at my right snarled.
