Ravensblood Forest It’s Go Time

To her surprise, Donovan had no counter. He fell limp under Finley’s paws. A surge of pride nipped at her, but surely it was too soon to let her guard down? She released her bite, deliberately, as if stepping away from a house of cards, still tense and ready to lunge if he had any tricks.

Even then, soreness gnawed at her limbs, especially where he’d bitten her earlier in the fight. The wound hadn’t quite scabbed yet, but the bleeding had slowed, and Finley’s heightened senses teetered between their mid-battle sharpness and total forfeit. Donovan’s golden eyes gleamed and his lips were curled in a smile. Was that expression glued to his face, or was he just waiting for another chance to send her flying? She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a full retreat without absolute certainty.