“Look. If you kill me,” I said looking him in his brown eyes. “You won’t get anything out of this”

“How won’t I get anything out of this? I would get the throne.”

“You want the throne because you want power.” I said

He gripped his knife tighter and swung it at me, which I ducked. There was no way I was going to die to my brother. And yet, I had to convince him not to kill me. This was going to be hard.

“If you get the throne.” I said grabbing his arm, twisting it so he dropped the knife. “You could be a respected noble. Would you want that?”

“No...” he bent over, looking for his knife which I kicked away from him. The knife slid and fell underneath my bed: a hard to reach area for a man his size.

“Should have thought about poisoning me

instead.” I grinned. He wasn’t the only wolf in this room. And yet, I needed him gone.

With a flick of my finger, I ripped out a knife from my dress and struck him underneath his jaw.

Letting go of the knife, he fell to the ground.