But Greg's instincts were sharp. He managed to pull out a silver dagger, still coated with wolfsbane, the very same blade he'd used to injure Levi, and slashed it forward to block Maxwell's sudden strike.
Maxwell reacted quickly, stepping back just in time, but not fast enough to avoid the blade entirely. The dagger grazed his forearm, and the sizzling sound of burning flesh filled the air. Blood seeped from the wound, dark and thick, as the wolfsbane began to seep into his bloodstream.
Maxwell's brow furrowed slightly; he could already feel his wolf growling in agitation, reacting violently to the toxin. Fortunately, only a small trace had entered his system, enough to sting, but not enough to sever his connection to his wolf.
Still, the irritation was enough to make his wolf bristle with fury, eager to tear Greg apart for daring to touch their Alpha blood.
