A Mate's Bite(41)

His distraction proved helpful for Karla. She slipped her hand into her back pocket and pulled out the taser. She wasn’t a violent person, truly. Well, maybe just a little. But she wasn’t stupid either. She’d been a single woman who lived in a town filled with shifters. She needed some sort of protection. Her little taser was nothing compared to Emma or Jordan’s shotguns, but it would have to do.

Jordan growled. The swift way she twisted in the guy’s hands shocked both men. One minute he had her pinned and the next she had him by the throat, digging her claws into his neck, blood oozing from the deep cuts.

“Who the fuck are you?” She growled. Anger sounded in the snarls between words.

The man reeled a fist back and punched her. The hit only got him loose for a moment. Karla raced around the car, making her way toward her friend when the other guy rushed her.

“Oh no you don’t. My buddy here is gonna handle that one.” He launched himself at her, but she used that moment to jab the taser into his side. He screamed. Loud. So loud his friend was caught off guard, and Jordan dug massive claws across his face, leaving large gaping wounds.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

The man Karla tased fell on the ground shaking, body convulsing with the large dose of electricity having coursed through him.

Big baldheaded man threw another punch at Jordan, but she moved fast enough to miss it. Her claws drew across his side, leaving his shirt cut up and blood soaking the material.

“You fucking bitch!”

He reached behind him. Shit, what if he had a gun? Jordan took no mercy. In seconds, she shifted to her brown wolf. She latched her canines on the man’s throat and bit down hard. Her claws continued to dig at his chest. Teeth bit down on muscles and bones until all Karla heard was the sick sound of bones breaking. The guy’s screams slowly died off with him, and blood pooled at his side from the gaping wounds.

Karla gaped at the scene before her. She’d never seen Jordan attack anyone that viciously before. It was surreal. The fight at the school had been so spread out and fast she didn’t really get to focus on Jordan. The brown wolf her friend had turned into continued to claw at the dead body. Blood coated her muzzle and paws. She growled and glanced up, her bright golden gaze clashing with Karla’s.

“Uh…Jordan?”

The wolf moved toward her slowly. She stopped in front of her feet and cocked her head. Bones started to crack and fur receded as Jordan took back her human shape. Karla blinked and rushed to the back of the car to retrieve a blanket for Jordan. She was getting really good at being a shifter assistant.

“Are you okay?” She asked Jordan.

Jordan wrinkled face in disgust. “I got blood all over me. I need a shower and a toothbrush, asap!”

Karla winced watching Jordan wipe the blood and gore off her face. Shifter fights were bloody, and her stomach’s churning told her she shouldn’t have watched. Holding down the contents of her lunch turned into a chore.

An engine’s roar brought her out of her dazed staring at the corpse. She waited for Nate to rush forward.

“What happened?” His voice was deep and rough, the animal sitting right below the surface. His features had moved to alter his usually handsome face to a ready-shift as he glanced at the dead guy’s body.

“We got some unexpected company.” Jordan mumbled as she rubbed the blanket over her mouth.

“Are you both okay?” His gaze bore into Karla’s, showing her deep concern and alarm.

“Piece of cake.” Jordan grinned. “I told you guys I could take care of us.”

The tased man started to move, groaning on the ground. Nate moved over the guy and punched him back into unconsciousness. Karla’s muscles, previously locked with tension, started to ache as she came down from her fight or flight high. Her gaze strayed over to the torn dead guy. A shudder of revulsion racked her. She needed to get out of there.

“We need something to tie him up with. Let me check my truck and see what I find.” Nate raced back to his truck and returned moments later with some zip ties.

Jordan grabbed a bottle of water from her driver’s side and walked some yards away. She started washing her face and rinsing her mouth with the water.

“Do you carry zip ties around with you often?” Karla asked. Her curiosity peaked. She watched Nate move the unconscious guy to tie his hands behind his back. With her hands in her pockets to keep them from shaking, she took deep breaths while watching Nate work. Things were going to be fine. Jordan hadn’t been hurt. Her stomach rolled the contents into an agitated tornado of anxiety. The panic level she felt diminished with every minute that passed.