He's coming. I wipe the blood from my face. This is harder than I thought. I love it. I love this rush of blood. I pick up my knife. I move my tongue over it. It tastes like sheep blood. Ew. He's more fluff than he is wolf. Wolf picks up his sword. I turn my eyes. 

Hate to say this, but I'm better with a shotgun than a knife. My hand was shaking. I can't tell if it's blood loss or my own stupid thoughts. I grip it. Come on get a grip.  I have one shot. I better not miss. My heart is pounding out of my chest. This is one of the first times I feel... afraid. Sweat poured down my face. 

I'm not particularly scared but I have one shot of this. One shot. I've had one shot before but with my baby, there's no hope. He's getting closer and closer. I move my hand. This one shot will be a masterpiece. I close my eyes. I can hear his breath. I can hear the blood. I feel the ground. I feel his footsteps. He's close. I can hear his heart beating. That's it. I open my eyes. I throw the knife. I take the shot.