They tortured him with pain even as they hurt him emotionally with me.
“You can watch from there, magical wolf, as I take your girl, your charge, for my own,” suit said as he fiddled with his pants and then made a move for mine.
I could only hear the cries from my wolf as I put every ounce of energy I had into fighting off a man I was no match for. Each sound in the room, every bite of this man’s touch, every one of Lex’s emotions and mine, rolled into a tornado in my stomach. Literally like a woman possessed, I gave into the energy inside, let it spin into an untamed torrent. With a scream, I forced it out of my body.
The next thing I knew, the man moved from my body, and I heard a loud thud a few feet from me. Opening my eyes as I scrambled to my feet, I saw that he laid on his back, flung over my overturned couch. He shook his head and groaned as he brought his legs up to curl into a ball and then roll to the floor. I watched him out of the corner of my eyes as I stared at my hands. No words could possibly explain the energy there, the warmth that tingled, like I’d been both electrocuted and burnt, though no harm had come to me, and no discomfort lingered.
Looking for a way to get back to my kitchen for a knife, since I wasn’t sure I could pull that magic thing off again, and still unaware of what I’d exactly done the first time, I found myself blocked by a row of snarling wolves. The one who had manned the door now threatened me at the forefront, as I’d obviously hurt the boss. The suit seemed fine, though, just dazed from the impact of his fall. He’d sat up, but cradled his head in his hands.
Who’s the tough guy now? I mused, taking a victory while I could.
I looked over to Lex, and the three wolves flanking the one on me, but still guarding my wolf, too, waiting for the suit to call their next move. My wolf laid there, weak, on his side with blood matted in most of his fur. His eyes were dark, and he still struggled to get to me from time to time until one of the other wolves would do something to cause him pain enough to stop his fruitless efforts. He looked at the point of death. Yet, each time he got an ounce of strength, could even think through his pain, I guessed, he still fought to save me. With his dying breath, I realized as tears returned to sting my eyes.
He’d said he could die. I guessed his injuries just had to be bad enough, like any of us, even if his body could sustain a lot more. Tears overflowed onto my cheeks, practically hissing from the warmth that burned there. The suit looked up at me, finally making me scramble back to the door of my bedroom. The door still closed, I sank into a crouch. I didn’t know what would happen next. I didn’t want to know. My breathing grew more and more labored as the world in this room stood still, waiting for a man in a black suit, a tad rumpled thanks to me, to get it together and bark out his next order.
Instead, he stared at me as the other wolves stared at him. Out of the corner of my tear-filled eyes, I got a glimpse of Lex, my wolf, motionless. A sob tore from my throat that made every man and animal in the room jump and take a more defensive stance. If they were actually afraid of me, maybe I could fake all powerful until they at least left so I could get to my wolf. I let another sob tear from my throat, binding it to a scream. My throat burned with the effort, but I stood through the sheer force of the sound I’d made.
The four wolves charged me, but stopped just inches from where I stood. They protected suit asshole it seemed, no matter what. They’d take the possible blow of my powers, die to save him. Loyalty, it surely isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, I thought, taking in the collateral damage of such an honorable trait. Still, I’d die to save my wolf, just as he lay there dying, having tried to save me. At this point in the battle, I believed none of us would make it out alive.
Chapter Eleven
Looking at my hands, unsure what to try next, I felt more than saw my front door slam open, startling even me. Once again, in a blur of hair and teeth and claws, a fight broke out between more wolves than I could make out. It seemed there were an endless stream of them here, these days. My wolf remained unconscious on the floor as wolf took wolf. Pairing up in a deadly dance, each one that entered took out another one already here. Blood squirted as fur tore, exposing muscle and bone. My floor shook as bodies fell, and I curled my feet under me, waiting for the blood bath to reach my feet.
Whoever had thought new carpet a good idea should be fired. It would have to be replaced again in less than twenty-four hours. As would the furniture, as would my protector if this battle didn’t end soon. Even though several wolves took out only four, it seemed an eternity that I couldn’t get to my wolf, blocked by fangs and claws that gnawed and clawed.