Hailee's POV
Panicked, I watched as Nathan brutally fought with warriors that were older and even more experienced than him. I could see his anger… his brutality… his strength… it was not shocking… Nathan was a good warrior… one of the best in our pack. Even at such a young age, he defeated warriors much older than him, but then fighting against four warriors was insane and especially since he wasn't in his wolf form.
I gasped sharply as one of the warriors swung his blade and sliced across Nathan's upper arm, deep and brutal. Blood spilled instantly, dark and hot, trailing down his skin like war paint. But Nathan didn't even flinch. He twisted mid-motion, grabbed that same warrior by the throat, and with one solid punch to the gut and a swift elbow to the jaw, knocked him to the ground.
One down.
Three to go.
