"You are quiet good in hunting, Elena," Richard Black praised me. "You even hit the deer at its vital point."
"My father was a hunter in the north when he was younger. He taught me some things about it, as well as archery."
"Oh, that explains it."
"Maybe we should have a competition some other time?" Tyler butt in, smirking like an idiot.
"Are you sure you want to challenge her?" Rage asked, his hand was at the small of back. I wanted to twist his wrist but aside that we are in front of people, I think my level of strength would hinder me.
"Why not?"
I throw sharp looks at Tyler. I know that the competition he is talking about is not the goddamn archery. He wants to have my prey and I don't think there is something that could change his mind. But I won't let him. There is no way I would let him.
"Sure. I'm up for a little competition." But I know that I would win at the end. I would make sure of that.
