“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.