He Talks Too Much

[HAWI]

"Come on, Atticus, surely you wouldn't think I would let the white wolf come to meet you, right?" Malika greeted as she grabbed Atticus by the shoulder and ripped his right arm off.

Everything happened so fast that the man wasn't even sure he felt the pain of his arm getting ripped off. This was insane, because he was still in shock, when Malika turned him so he could face her. 

There was a deadpan look on Malika's face even as Atticus slowly realized who he had come so close to. The woman before him was a myth, one that was not even supposed to exist. 

She was the same woman the history books had declared the ultimate killing machine for the white wolves and everyone assigned to her. She was dangerous. She was a bitch. 

She was the face of cruelty. And right now, she looked like someone had woken her up from a deep slumber. She was fuming.