Robynne POV
My mind had replayed the incident over and over again, and each time it ended the same way; there was nothing I could have done differently. There was little time to react. It was purely instinct. When my wolf smelt the wolfsbane, she pinpointed the culprit and acted at the same time as the clown had thrown the knife; he or she had made the throw look like part of his act, but I knew better.
The look on the clown's face as I reacted, my eyes never leaving his eyes, before he collapsed, was one of shock, then fear. But the fear was not that he would be caught; no, his fear was of failing. I had read his mind before, but the pain got too much for me, and I couldn't hold on any longer.
What I did get was that he failed and the consequences of that action.
My wolf was not ta
