The chump fumbles over his words again, pathetically, “I know y-you belong to th-the Wolf. Everyone does. B-b-but—“ Illi flicks the torch light over to me, and Avery gasps as my skin begins to glow. “Fuck!” The guy screeches and as he tries to scramble away, Illi stabs him, right in the gut, and gives the knife a little turn for good measure. I didn’t even see his hand move toward the knife; he’s just that good.
