"I know nothing about fighting!" Harper told Saint with rising panic inside her chest. She held her father tighter as she peered up at Saint. Worry was settling over her features. "My time has been spent studying rather than training with the rest of my pack."
Saint stared down at Harper. She had a feeling he was deeming her weak as her father had done. Harper knew she wasn't a warrior, but Saint didn't look at her like dead weight.
His demeanor changed from calm to battle-ready. Even his eyes were glowing in an unnatural green light. "If this turn into a fight, we better hope I've rested enough."
"Well, well, well... What do we have here? Could this be the birthday girl herself and her friend?"
An unfamiliar voice echoed between the walls. Harper snapped her attention to a figure sta
