Sara looked outside from the car, scanning the shadows for any sign of her. When she finally caught sight of Selene walking towards her, her chest loosened. She let out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding.
Her eyes flicked over Selene from head to toe. Not because she doubted her but because instinct demanded it. A cut. A bruise. Something. Anything. But as always, there was nothing. Selene looked exactly as she had when she'd left. Untouched and Untouchable.
Sara couldn't help the question that flickered in her mind for the thousandth time—how?
After all, werewolves only had one real advantage over the rest of them—brute strength. And witches… witches like them were the weakest when it came to physical strength. That was why they were easy prey. That was why these bastards hunted them like sport.
But Selene… Selene was different. She had never seen a man, wolf, or any other race that could beat her in a fight. Not once.
