C40 Charlie

“I could’ve twisted out of that,” I said when I’d brushed the dirt off my jeans and put a safe distance between us.

“Charlie.” Owen straightened and looked down his nose at me. “My nails are just as sharp as any werewolf’s teeth. You would’ve ripped your jugular trying to shake free of that. Defense and offense go hand in hand.”

“You keep slowing things down to trip me up on purpose,” I argued