Chapter 121

Something that might almost have been envy briefly flared through Lily before she was thrusting aside the inane sensation and concentrating on more important matters. Like staying alive. Growling deep in her throat, Jasmine prepared to leap, and realizing that it would be fatal to be pinned to the ground, Lily lashed out with the dagger. She was too far away to do more than cut a shallow gash through the cur’s chest, but the burn of silver was enough to make Jasmine leap backward instinctively. Swift to take advantage, Lily was on her feet, her gaze never wavering from the cur who was moving to the side in an effort to catch Lily from behind. She stepped in perfect time with the wolf, the dagger held at her side. In her current form, Jasmine held a distinct advantage, not only in size, but in sheer, raw strength. Thankfully, any common sense tended to disappear when a feral was in full-rage mode. Jasmine continued to circle, snapping her impressive fangs and occasionally feigning an