Chapter 51: How Does a Wolf Escape?
Kaya
"Fighting is not only about physical strength," I hear Magnus speak again. He was probably tired of my silence, though he must have seen something flash in my expression if he decided to get directly to the point.
He takes another step toward me, and my body automatically recoils, even though I know he wouldn’t hurt me. "It’s about agility. Speed. Reflexes. Instincts."
He locks his burning eyes on mine, and I can practically feel something ignite inside me under his intense scrutiny. He challenges me, and whatever lives inside me really wants to accept that challenge.
The corners of Magnus’s lips twitch ever so slightly, and I instantly notice the tension spreading across his body.
His posture straightens, but his muscles bulge, and now, I can clearly see them outlined under his tight black shirt.
I swallow hard, and something within me nearly whimpers. What exactly is going on with me? Why do I feel so strange every time I see him next to me?
I don’t have much time to dwell on my ridiculous thoughts because Magnus stalks slowly at me, his amber eyes shining with an almost predatory glow. "Every step you take," he says, and I can practically hear amusement in his low voice. He is enjoying this, and I can’t help but feel absolutely lost.
"Every move you make," he adds, his right hand curling into a fist, "if your opponent is strong, then even the slightest movement of your hair will be registered in their mind."
With that, he gives me no time to process his words and simply lunges forward, his fist swinging right before my face. Miraculously, I manage to dodge, my upper body leaning backward, guided by whatever it is I have in me that urges me to survive.