Lyra

I had taken out one she-wolf and I faced the other, still not a scratch on me. My emerald eyes flashed as I sized up my remaining opponent, golden hair whipping around my face in the wind. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through me, keeping me alert and ready.

How long my good luck would last, was anyone's guess. But I was determined not to go down without a hell of a fight. I had already proven my strength and cunning by coming this far, and I wasn't about to fall. ...