Chapter 5. Trouble

“You b*tch!”

I groaned before landing on the floor. I held my cheek, the sting and pain from the punch echoing around my skull.

“I almost died!” The Warrior bastard screamed at my face, his brown eyes so bright with anger. I could almost even see his wolf surfacing.

“N-not my fault… you’re stupid…” I said, satisfaction in my voice despite the electrifying pain in my bones from his punches.

Still on the floor, he kicked me on the stomach. I groaned and clenched my fists on the ground. I couldn’t fight physically against him. Not when I knew I was going to lose. So I just stayed curled up there, trying to protect vital parts of my body, and fighting him with words.

They had training with firearms this afternoon, and since I was the one who assembled his weapon, his gun ricocheted towards him, almost hitting him on the side of his stomach. To be fair, it was a silver bullet, and one wound from that could be critical. But still, it was his fault for letting