Chapter 162

Toshi spun around, taking advantage of the fact that he was small and agile, and passed under the creature’s outstretched arm with his sword raised (the blunt side pressed against his own forearm), making a cut in the creature’s thorax right between two ribs, so deep that the sword was lost in the flesh. A lot of blood began to flow. Big Joe moved between muffled roars and launched his enormous fist toward my Asian companion, meeting again with the edge of the sword that opened his already wounded hand in two. Toshi might belong to that small percentage of werewolves incapable of shapeshifting and using only one hand, but he was still more dangerous than my entire father’s Circle; there was no doubt in my mind.

I took my remaining Beretta out of my holster and fired. My projectile hit the gigantic monster’s knee, causing it to fall. Nika couldn’t use her rifle because she had Toshi in the way, and our friend didn’t stop moving; her frustration was as tangible as a punch in the