Chapter 28 Whips And Wiles

Ariana’s POV

Fenrir laughed again, myself on the verge of passing out.

“What do you think that puny necklace is going to do for you?” He pushed me up the tree, my back sustaining injuries from rubbing harshly against the rough surface, “Save you from the defeat that awaits you? There’s nothing saving you from m—”

I grabbed both his wrists, separating his hands away from my neck, slowly pulling it apart. He stared, in disbelief, his attempts at fighting back useless.

Once his hand was far away from my neck, I tightened my grip on them, that exact move changing the dynamic of the fight. I had now become the opposition.

I took two steps closer to him, head-butting him. His head fell backwards, eyes losing its focus.

As he lifted back, I surprised him, instantly using my knee to connect with his jaw. He staggered backwards, planting his feet firmly on the ground, trying to stabilize himself, staring at me with both shock and hatred.