Their Revenge

Two more tent walls turned into shreds, revealing Kylar's companions. Dusan and two other members of the Elite Squad stepped inside, and then three others I didn't recognize. Seven… Only a miracle would make me defeat them, but that didn't mean I was going down without a fight.

“Get the fuck out of this tent. Otherwise, you will all die,” I hissed, shifting in my fighting stance as the seven shifters surrounded me.

Kylar snorted, “Asena, put the blade down. You might have learned how to fight, but that doesn't make you stronger than all of us. Be a good girl and give up.”

“Screw you!” I roared, and others laughed.

Dusan stepped closer, his tongue darting out and running over his lower lip. Disgusting. “Drop the blade, princess. I would have promised that if you do it now, we'll make it so it won't hurt… but it will hurt. It will hurt a lot.” A wicked flame danced in his golden eyes. “But we will surely break more of your bones if you keep resisting.”

A shudder coursed through me, but