Anthony easily swerved to one side to avoid the man`s swing. This man was not a fighter, not a trained one, anyway, so there was little chance the man could ever land a hit on him. Anthony had trained with the werewolf pack every day from the age of 10 to when he`d left the pack at 18. It may have been a long time ago, but some things were never forgotten.
But the man had one thing going for him that the werewolves in training never had.
William.
He had to get him away from here. Or take the man down fast enough that there was no way William could be hurt.
One brutal, instinctual side of him wanted to just go for the man`s throat. It was the quickest way to make sure William wasn`t harmed.
But then Anthony would become the monster that William kept insisting he was not.
So, he c
