Chapter 52
Nyah
With my new teeth latched onto one of Fenrir’s men, I grunt, spitting out remnants of his throat. The metallic taste of his blood coats the inside of my mouth. For the average human, this would seem brutal, barbaric, or animalistic but this is our way. We are no different than soldiers going off to war who use different types of weaponry whether guns, grenades, missiles or whatever needed to protect their country. The only difference with us, is we didn’t need that shit. As shifters, it was more of an honor to kill our enemies through our brute strength.
I pivot to see Skia fighting with two men who are taking turns trying to attack her. I run to her side, then roll my body over her back and land on my feet. We stand together as the men look at each other. I had no doubt Skia could easily take them on but by it being two on one, the men probably thought they had the upper hand.
“Which one do you want?” I yelled.
Through her sharp teeth, Skia replies, “The fucker on the left that nicked me with his knife.”
Not giving them the chance to attack first, Skia and I pounce on them. The men expertly swing their silver infused knives. I grind my teeth when the first few connect with my skin. That type of pain is nothing you can get used to but can learn to tolerate and I’m learning that with each one of Fenrir’s people I’ve come across.
One of the men dived, striking me in the torso with his shoulder. I stumble back. It’s enough to slightly knock the wind out of me but not enough for me to block the knife from plunging into my chest. I grab the man’s wrist with my hands. He snarls, clutching my hands with his free hand to apply more pressure. From his strength, I can tell he is one of the older shifters. It’s now a fight for control and I’d be damned if he was going to win. With everything inside of me, the more I tried to keep the tip of the blade from reaching my skin, the more it seemed to draw nearer. The man drew his face closer to mine, letting out a pungent smelling growl as the tip finally cut through my shirt and entered my chest. Fuck, I had to do something quick! I looked over at Skia for assistance, but she was dealing with her own shit. Not willing to go out like this, I headbutted the man, then kneed him in the nuts, giving me the milliseconds I needed to regroup as he didn’t know whether to grab his head or his crotch. While he’s left in a state of confusion, I hopped on his back and locked my legs around his waist. With my claws, I quickly placed my right hand over his heart and the left to side of his face. The man wailed as I simultaneously blinded him and ripped out his heart at the same time. I leapt from his body as it went down.
I turned to go to Skia’s aid but noticed she didn’t need me. The hand the man was holding with the knife is no longer there and his other is barely hanging on. Skia circles him as he pleads for his life. They fall on deaf ears as she knocks him to the ground, her head viciously moves back and forth as she tears into his flesh.
Skia lifts her head. I watch on as her powerful jaws chew away the man’s bones as if it was a T-bone steak.
“Are you through?” I ask.
Skia holds up her paw before swallowing. “I am, now.”
I suck my teeth before canvassing the area. Braxton and Ballian were holding their own and so was Kenia and James. My heart sank when I focused on daddy and Bryant surrounded by Ezeikel and several of his men.
“No,” I shout, running off with Skia’s heavy paws behind me.
Kenia must have heard me because she calls, “Nyah, wait!”
I ignore her, not letting anything or anyone stop me from getting daddy.
The next voice I barely hear is Braxton’s. “Nyah!” Even hearing his voice, I keep going.
If I had to give my life to save my daddy’s or Bryant’s then so be it. I’ve lived a good life with my family. I found love through my destined mate. I only hope that if Braxton finds another destined mate she will give him the same type of love, he will be happy, and she would show him the same love of a mate and respect I did.
I leap in the air just as Ezeikel’s men launch their silver tipped spears, praying I have enough time to take the blows. As I prayed to the Gods for putting me with the best family, Braxton, and hoping that our Pack would come out on the winning side of this war, I’m hit hard, knocking me to the side followed by howls.
My head bounces off the ground as I land. My brain is scrambled, but I try to shake it off to focus. Kenia and Levi are at my side, but I don’t see Skia. My eyes finally fell on her. Skia is laying on her side with the spears protruding from her side. I begin to fight off the hands that are trying to hold me down.
“Skia!” I screamed loud enough to make the ground shake, trying to get to her, not noticing that it was silent, and the fighting had stopped.
Kenia and Levi wince as my silver tipped claws come in contact with their skin, but I didn’t give a shit. They let me go as the pain becomes too much for them. Through the pounding in my head, I crawl to Skia. She is a part of me. One of the best parts and I can’t lose her.
When I reached her, her breaths were shallow. “You can’t leave me now, Skia. We just found each other and next to Kenia, you are my sister,” I whisper as tears roll down my face. I stroke her fur while clutching her right paw. Skia closes her eyes then reopens them slightly, gripping my hand with her paw to let me know she understood what I said.
Braxton drops to his knees, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Skia is strong, she’ll make it through this,” he encourages.
My heart breaks as Ballian nudges Skia’s head with his. Braxton nor I can hear the mental conversation they are having. The thunderous sound that leaves Ballian draws goosebumps on my skin and raises the fine hairs on my arms. His yellow eyes fall on Ezekiel.
Skia whines, attempting to raise her head to stop Ballian.
With his focus solely on Ezekiel, Ballian says, “I already had it in my mind to not swiftly kill you today, but now that you’ve harmed my mate, I’m going to take my time. You will beg for me to put you out of your misery as I feed upon your flesh, making sure not to touch the vital organs so as to keep you alive longer.”
Ezekiel laughs, clutching the part of his shirt above his heart before his taunting demeanor turns diabolical. “I used to say and even now bitches are here for us to breed, not to fight alongside us.” The right side of his mouth lifts into a semi-smirk. “Shit happens, but I promise you it will be you begging for your life. My people killed you before and we’ll do it again, only this time neither you nor your Gods will be able to bring you back.”
I mentally block out what they are saying when a white wolf, Elder Nelah, appears beside me along with several female Pack members. She shifts into her human form before kneeling down next to Skia. Her eyes roll back into her head as she hoovers her hands over Skia’s wounds.
I’ve always had the utmost respect for Elder Nelah and would never disrespect her in any type of way but when she grasps the spears and yanks them from Skia’s skin, I’m having an internal battle with myself to not attack her with the same metal tips she graced us with. She orders the others to take Skia to her house.
Once Skia is loaded onto the makeshift gurney Elder Nelah side eyes me. “I know you’re under a lot of pressure right now, but this will be the last time you ever think about attacking me.”
What? How did she know my thoughts?
“Because, I am an Elder,” she vocally replied. “And you should never forget that,” she informs me before running off.
Braxton helps me to my feet. A new sensation fills my body, making me tremble from head to toe.
“What is it, Nyah?” Braxton asks.
I look down as my wounds and gashes start to heal, leaving no traces. Braxton moves back as the silver on my claws start to spread up my arms.
With my hands and arms covered, I call out to Ballian. He swivels his big head in my direction.
“Ballian!”
I hold up my arms.