The Alpha’s Desire 2(25)
This didn’t help my own anxious and fearful plight. Between the floor trembling, the almost painful shivering, and my own shaky nerves along with my jittery body, I didn’t think I could have stood if I’d wanted to, or been allowed to. I gulped and then cleared my throat, only turning the attention of two furious and threatening wolves my way. Brought back to my plight by a loud growl in my ear, I looked back and forth between the two wolves left standing. My wolf grumbled a threat through a low sound that ripped from deep in his chest.
My attacker wolf, the one that wanted to take me, impregnate me, and use my magic, breathed heavy, blowing my hair into my face. Close, way too close, he guarded his prey or prize, whatever he saw me as. Lex, as my wolf, while just a jump away, stood still, poised in a defensive stance, almost a version of down dog, though far from relaxed. His muscles bunched to spring. I felt his rush of fear like a hot wind before a brutal summer storm. That emotion, I got clear as day. If he feared for my safety, then I guessed I should, too. Of course, in shock maybe, it took his fear to make me realize that my hands already shook so that you could see their tremors. I just didn’t feel them, and instead, even my enemy could tell his intimidations had worked on me.
My mouth so dry that I could barely swallow, I licked my lips in a desperate attempt to stop them from sticking together. At least, no one asked for my opinion. I couldn’t have weighed in if I’d wanted to. The werewolf behind me moved an inch closer until the tops of his legs rested against my shoulder and arm on one side. The cold sweat that had broken out over my skin made my clothing cling to me. With wide eyes that threatened tears, I watched for my wolf’s next move.
My sore back against the couch was all that held me up. I slouched again as my sight went grey around the edges. The intense breath of the wolf guarding me rolled my stomach. Something akin to bad meat and stale morning breath, I clenched my lips together until only a tiny bit of air could get in and out. I didn’t dare use my nose to breathe again, lest I vomit in the middle of my living room, in the middle of all of this.
A hair caught in my eye from his breath blowing it forward. So I swiped a hand at my face. My sudden movement started the war. I watched, motionless, stunned into a statue, as paws flew over my head. The unwanted wolf in my apartment planned to keep me behind him as he fought my wolf. After a leap and a brief pause, the wolf jumped on mine, his mouth open and going straight for the neck. The tearing of his hide vibrated in my ears, as the fresh scent of blood hit me again. The rush of the intense smell sent a metallic taste to my mouth. Could have had something to do with my biting my lip, though.
Like I was watching a cage match, I saw legs, all eight of them, moved and tangled, then jumped again until all I could make out became a blur of fur. Tails and teeth the only verifiable parts, once blood spurted, I lost sight of those, too. Parts shook off and then made jerky movements forward and back. Their growls became one unified roll of sound bouncing off the four walls of a room I’d once thought large, but which now felt so small.
A lunge followed by a cry stopped the movement. My wolf laid on the floor. Blood, thick and a dark, crimson red, soaked the fur around his upper arm and shoulder more predominately than any place else. Hair and flesh hung to give glimpses of tendons, muscles, and bone.
Heat rose from my core until my brain ached. Shoulders up and arms down to my sides, I stood, using my fisted hands to help me practically jump to my feet. My attacker victor I couldn’t take lying down, or even leaning on the couch. The vicious snarling going on between the two in a precarious standstill made them both unaware of little old me, though. Cringing at the whimper that crept into my wolf’s growls from time to time, the sound rippled through me, set my teeth on edge, like nails in a chalk board. I stomped to the kitchen, each heavy footfall sending a vibration up through my legs. My face and chest flushed so that I radiated heat.
Fury spurred me forward. My knife block in the corner of the counter, I went for that long, thick knife, the one a single woman like me with few cooking skills never used, didn’t even have a clue what it was for. Now I did. Defense. Protection. Rescue. I’d kill the slime ball who’d come for me myself if I had to. No one took down my Lex, wolf form or not. I wouldn’t lose him now when it had taken so much to get him back.
Storming back into the room, my stomps gained me some attention, but too late. The knife gripped tightly in my hand, up above my head in what I could only describe as serial killer stance, I brought the sharp metal down between the shoulder blades of the wolf over mine. As he crumbled, I both winced and smiled in realization that I’d miraculously hit some prime spot. I’d thought aim for the heart even as the blade had come down. I’d felt my hand had been guided though, not under my control exactly.