Liam leaps for me fully shifting in mid-air, but I expected that. I duck my head down and jut my shoulder out as I barrel into his furry wolf’s stomach. He lifts with my force as I slam him down into the dirt. I can feel the quake under my feet as I move off him and wait for him to stand again. Slower than he normally would, he gets up on his four paws and tilts his head in a questioning manner.
“I’ve learned a lot,” I say, shrugging. I definitely feel a little smug about kicking his ass right now.
He growls and prances in a circle moving around me. I never understood why Alphas think that fighting in their wolf's form is so much more effective. Perhaps it’s the whole having teeth and claws readily available that is appealing. Or maybe I just can’t understand because I never had the jo
