Maya took in a deep breath as she stared at the guy who had laid his hand on Emma few minutes ago. He was reclining awkwardly on the wall, probably counting his loss, bearing the brunt of the push and bidding his time to attack.

And when he stood up straight, and stared at her deadly, she knew she was in for a fight.

It’s been a while. She thought. She hadn’t fought in a while. She hadn’t fought or trained with her pack warriors, since she came into her uncle’s pack ...