Maisie
I moved first.
It was Mercer's idea. Tessa was faster. Tessa was stronger. Tessa had her full Lycan abilities under her belt, all honed to perfection. Tessa could fight for hours and not get tired.
I didn't have that luxury. I was already exhausted. I had barely taken one bite all day. I'd been fighting all day. If I was going to come out on top, I had to overwhelm Tessa in the first few minutes, before I ran out of steam.
The problem was, Quinlan was right.
Not only was Tessa taking me seriously, I hadn't taken into account the fact that fighting against a shifted Lycan was like fighting a golem.
When my right leg lashed out against her side, she absorbed the first blow like she was made of stone and took a step back in retreat. My foot that had connected with her ribcage was hurting.
I restrategized. And found that she was adapting, reading my eyes and my movements.
You think with your face.
