Chapter 50
Nyah
Being that this is the first war I have ever been in, I should’ve been scared shitless but I’m not. My adrenaline is at an all-time high to kill as many of Fenrir’s followers as possible. Is this how Skia felt during what Braxton and Ballian called her bloodlust episodes?
“It is,” she says in my head, sprinting alongside the truck, nodding her head.
“Skia you growled at Braxton in the conference room. I don’t want to get so far gone that I do the same thing to him,” I mentally tell her.
She snorted. “You won’t. As you can see, I haven’t done that since Ballian arrived. Our mates are the ones who can keep us grounded. While we may crave the feeling of bloodlust, we would never turn that on them.”
“But, Skia you did towards Braxton,” I point out.
“Yes, but in all actuality, Braxton is your mate not mine and by me being your destined wolf I still wouldn’t have harmed him.” She laughs. “Did you not see the way I left your ass the two times Ballian spoke through him? I didn’t know what my destined wolf looked or sounded like, but once I heard Ballian’s voice, I knew not to push his buttons. I may be his mate, but he was hand chosen by the Gods to be Braxton’s destined wolf. If I would have attacked Braxton, then Ballian would have inflicted harm upon me, and I definitely didn’t want that, at least not in that way because the way he stretched my body out to accommodate...”
“TMI, Skia,” I roared.
A laughter filled tone rumble leaves her. “I’m sorry, Nyah but have you seen my mate?”
“I have,” replying, looking into the forest.
Skia looks at me, ready to add to our conversation but is halted when screams come from the road to the right of us. Braxton and I jump off the truck.
I go to the front driver’s side, instructing Dakota, “Get our fallen to my father’s cabin. Run over anyone who gets in your way that is not a part of our Pack.
“Ye, ma’am,” he responds before shifting the truck into high gear.
As the truck gradually disappears, Ballian turns to Braxton. Something passes through them telepathically as their chest begins to rumble. Skia and I side-eye each other. I try to break into Braxton’s thoughts but is hit with silence.
If I weren’t here to witness it, I would have disclaimed any recounts of what I witnessed.
Braxton and Ballian lower their heads before he slowly turns his head towards me. I gasp. His eyes are the same old yellow color as Ballian’s.
“Damn,” Skia whispers.
Hearing more screams, we have no time to relish in the moment. The four of us along with the guards that were with us ran down the dirt road that ended with small log cabins that housed older widowed members and families.
Once in view of the homes, my breath hitches as we witness the majority of the homes on fire. A mother sobs on her knees, reaching out for her baby that one of Fenrir’s men is dangling in front of her by his ankle. Some of his comrades stand around, laughing as others cheer on others as they lay their silver blades on my older Pack member’s skin. Others in their wolf form are feasting on our dead.
Maybe it was the bloodlust or feeling of disrespect towards my people, but I dart towards the man holding the baby. A peculiar feeling comes over me as I swipe his neck with my hand. The mother catches her baby when the man releases him to clutch his neck. She jumps up then runs to safety. As he’s unable to stop the blood from draining from his body, I look down at my hands. Instead of nails, they have been replaced with razor-like claws.
I whip my head at Skia.
“I might be able to change the color of your eyes, but I can share this with you. Unlike Ballian who is an Ancient and can share many of his abilities with Braxton,” she says telepathically.
Well damn, with this new information, I’m about to cut into these assholes with no remorse.
“Thank you,” I tell her before unleashing my fury onto the next man that came at me.
He tries to stab me with one of the silver knives, but I lean back, barely missing the tip of the blade, then quickly move behind him, dragging my claws down his back. Fight fire with fire is what they say, so as he cried out while falling to his knees, I pulled out one of their silver knives and stabbed into the top of his head. My claws were cutting into the skin of my wrists, but I didn’t care nor felt any pain. Snatching the knife from his skull, I kicked his body to the ground.
Not feeling satisfied by taking his life, I looked for my next victim. I found it when a woman who looked like a female bodybuilder stalked towards me.
“You think you’re a bad bitch, huh? One kill by our blade doesn’t make you that,” she taunts, pulling out two knives, going into a boxer’s stance.
Dropping the knife, I boldly wave at her to make sure she sees my claws. She tries to hide her apprehension by keeping that menacing look on her face, but from the slight tremble of her hands gives off she knows she’s just became aware that she’s bitten off more than she can chew.
She screams, running towards me. I miss her attempts to cut into my skin, using my claws to rip into her body. She under swipes that hit and drags her knife from the bottom of my right side to under my armpit. I hiss from the burning sensation. With my endorphins kicked in, I barely felt the pain. My damage to her body isn’t enough to have her tapping on death’s door, but enough to make her wonder if the last time she saw her loved ones would be last.
A wolf comes to her side. The woman puts on a cheeky smile. “You might have drawn blood, but I guarantee the next will be yours.”
“Not with me by her side,” Skia declares, showing up at the right time.
The woman and the wolf look at each other in disbelief before she asks, “Did that wolf just speak?”
“If you’re asking, then you heard her,” I reply before Skia and I pounce on them.
Silver knives or not, she nor the wolf stop the onslaught Skia, and I are giving them. Although I felt the numerous times her blade connected with my skin, it’s not enough to stop me from severing her head.
Standing with my trophy, Skia is still gnawing on the deceased wolf’s body. Shit, why would I stop her? From what I’ve seen, she’s done away with every adversary that she has come across and is fighting Fenrir’s followers at the entrance and here is only just the beginning. So, she’s allowed to have this moment.
Ballian joins her with the fur around his mouth covered in blood. Skia moves to the side to share with her mate.
From killing the wild woman, I’d consider it my first prize of the night, not counting the previous others because she was the first to challenge me. The others were like pre consolation prizes.
I look up as a warm hand rests on the small of my back. Braxton smiles down at me.
“You did good, baby.” He kisses my forehead.
I take in his encouragement “Thank you,” I respond.
“When this is all over with, we’re going to have a discussion about those fingernail claws of yours,” he chuckles.
“Or why your eyes are the same color as Ballian’s,” I throw back. “But we’ll have to put that on pause because we haven’t encountered any of Fenrir’s Ancients or Alpha’s which leads me to believe that they have moved onto daddy’s cabin.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” Braxton returns. “How far are we from your father’s cabin?”
“Just a five-minute run,” I replied.
Braxton glared at our men guarding Fenrir’s men. “Make sure neither one of them leave here breathing the same air as we do.”
“Yes, sir,” the guards responded as our enemies begged for their lives.
“Please, don’t do this. I have a family,” the first one cried. Realizing that he was amongst the others that thought it was funny when the man hung my member’s baby over her, I walked over to him.
“I remember seeing you getting your rocks off as one of your members found it funny to shake her son in her face.”
He started stuttering. “No, no, no that wasn’t me.”
I move in closer. Oh, no?”
“No,” he replies again.
Pulling my cellphone from my back pocket, I show him the footage that shows him. His head sags. “If someone did your mate and child the way your people did mine; how do you think you should respond?”
Not raising his head gives me my answer.
“Just as I thought,” I declare.
He raises his head, smiling. “Fuck you! When this is all said and done the followers of Fenrir will be victorious. For that, I happily give my life.”
“Then you’ve given your life for a fruitless cause,” I return, severing the arteries in his neck with my claws.