Chapter 33

Cassandra’s POV

I had decided that I would go for the one-eyed wolf that stood above my bow. I had come to this conclusion by taking into consideration the distance of the two wolves coupled with the deceleration in speed of my arrow that was paramount for delivering a killing or wounding blow; one was just above me, meaning that not only did I have a clear shot, but the arrow itself would not have the time to decelerate and might even go all the way through him, not to talk of the fact that he was already with only one-eye which, for what it’s worth, is a disability on its own just like my inability to transmute.

However, on the other hand was a hale and healthy wolf who had the leverage of a decent distance. On a normal day, I would have taken the shot, but this was not a normal day. The true risk of going for the distant wolf who stalked Alexa was the fear that there would be no chance of redemption if I was to miss. This was because retrieving my bow regardle