~~Sadie’s PoV~~
My hand clenches the handle of the knife in my pocket as Micah’s dad’s eyes meet mine. I just need him to come a little closer. Micah promised me all I have to do is nick him with the knife, just a scratch, and that will be enough.
I didn’t even know that he put the knife in my pocket. He says he did it when he shifted to his wolf in the woods outside the pack house, when I was distracted, because he didn’t have anywhere to carry it once he was naked. He told me he was supposed to use it to kill me, that his dad gave it to him for that reason, but that now I can use it against his father instead. He says it would be poetic justice.
I’ve never fought anyone before, and certainly not with a deadly weapon. But this man wants to kill me, he killed my parents, and he killed L
