Lone Wolf

Slowly, Harper held the exact location of her concealed knife. She reached it with her hand under her dress and removed its cover. She kept one hand behind her as she stood up. Holding the knife.

“I’m done. You can look now.”

Despite the bile rising on her throat, Harper tightened her grip on the knife. There’s no one around to help her. So she has to build her own bravery and boldness. This is the only time she has to do it, she told herself.

Greg turned and instantly, Harper attacked with her knife, aiming at his face. However, he was swift and dodged when the knife was about to tear off a part of his flesh. There was no shock on the look on his face. Harper guessed he knew it.

“Alora already warned me you might do that.” – Greg said, advancing towards her

Harper took a step back and held on to her knife like her whole life depends on it. But that part was true. Her whole life depends on her on this very moment. Greg was given the specific instruction to get rid of her on that ca