I should have been able to fight off the attackers.
There were only two of them. The mountain of a man who I spied, too late, approaching from the right. And a second one that I never even saw, who seemed to appear from nowhere. Suddenly he was right behind me with a rough hand reaching around my face, pulling me backwards and down into the crook of his elbow, with something soft pressed hard against my mouth.
I knew there was nothing I could do once I breathed in the sharp smell of chemicals and my vision started tunneling into darkness.
Up until these past few weeks, I had been proud of my fighting skills and fast reflexes. I was one of the best fighters in my pack. But the baby was slowing me down. And I wasn’t training anymore, I realized. My new lifestyle had me lazy and weakened
