NARA
One slice.
One deep slice was all it would take.
I could do it and end his life here and now.
I should do it and get it over with.
If I pressed harder, I would have his throat slit open and blood pouring out in no time.
His Lycan would immediately try to heal him and maybe he would survive if he was able to shift in record time. That would hasten the healing process and his throat would close up in record time.
But if I was going to kill him I wouldn't allow him enough time to shift. I won't let him have the time to heal before I drive my blade into his heart.
And this wasn't just any type of blade. It was forged with silver and gold and several drops of hollowsprout. It was designed specifically to kill his kind. Ma had given it to me when I turned fifteen because I had the tendency of roaming the forest and she wanted me to have a means to protect myself despite knowing the forest would never let harm come to me.
