I stood there for a moment, staring at Dante and the detonator in his hand. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my shoulders.
Dante wore a wicked smile, looking at me as if he believed he had already won. He took a couple of steps closer, and I glanced around at my pack—what was left of it—before turning back to face him. With glowing red eyes, I fixed my gaze on him, causing him to stop in his tracks.
I raised my hand and forcibly knocked the detonator from his grip, watching it fall onto the footpath. Luckily, it wasn't overly sensitive, and I prayed it wouldn’t go off. It was a big gamble, but I had to trust my instincts.
As Dante turned to see the detonator on the ground, I seized the moment and shifted into my large black and white wolf.
I crouched in a growling position, my eyes glo
