Marcus's Point of View

The attack was preceded by a moment of silence. The sort of quiet that seemed too measured, too motionless a quiet that preceded chaos. I was enjoying a rare break from the pack while strolling around the city when I sensed something—a change in the atmosphere, the nudge of something invisible. My senses sharpened as my wolf tensed beneath my flesh. There was a problem and just as I sensed it then the blade appeared.

The initial blow was silent, accurate, and directed toward my ribs. It would have landed if I had been even a second slower, rather, I turned, the blade inches from me...