Undauntable

Disintegrated

‘Come on, sweetheart. Get out of the car,’ one of the wolves linked us as they stepped closer, staring directly at me.

“Want me to hit them with the car?” Calix whispered, cupping his hand over his mouth.

My lips curled into a smile as I stared directly into their eyes, “What’s in it for me?”

“What the f**k, B. What are you doing?” Calix hissed with furrowed brows.

I turned sharply towards him, “Have you ever seen me back down from a fight?”

‘We’ll be gentle while you’re unconscious,’ one of them snickered, ‘Promise, sweetheart,’ the second wolf stepped closer.

I felt hot anger surge through me at their comments as a memory of the past plays vividly in my mind. I was fourteen, and my mother had just been murdered right before my eyes. Brielle had to go tell her stupid shitstain of a boyfriend that she was a werewolf and he was her mate. Big f*****g surprise that he ran straight to the Eradication, turning us in.

As we ran for our lives through the woods, we’d run into a soldier. The man deployed a wolfsbane bomb, thinking that he’d slow Brielle down, but she was an Alpha. It was like poking a bear.

That man looked at me like a predator. At fourteen years old, he looked at me like he would have done despicable things to me.

He spoke the same way these two are.

That soldier looked into my sisters eyes, right after they had coldly murdered our mother, and said he'd take real nice care of me when she was dead.

It wasn't even seconds later that his body was in pieces on the forest floor. The scent of blood was nauseating for an entire year after that. And when I was in and out of conciousness from the wolfsbane, I'd vomited multiple times at the thoughts of what that man might have done to me if Brielle was a lesser wolf.

But I’m not a kid anymore. And I definitely don’t let dirty men speak to me as if they have the right to my body. Nor do I give them the satisfaction of rattling me.

Interlocking my fingers, I stretched them until they popped.

“Oh s**t. Should I warn them?” Calix stared at me with wide eyes.

Shaking my head, I smirked, “Not a chance.”

“I’ll be right back here if you need me,” he pulled the lever on his chair, laying it back just enough to be relaxed while still having a full view of the windshield.

“Either of you got any popcorn?” Calix shouted out the window, making the wolf closest to him snarl.

I swung the door open, stepping out slowly. Each step was purposeful. Their eyes followed my every movement and I wanted to utilize the element of surprise. If this is something these two do on the regular, I’d assume they are used to the chase.

I’ve seen it happen dozens of times during attacks. Our wolves are built for that chase. They love the exhilaration of hunting their prey. It was ingrained in our biology.

A look of confusing filled their eyes when I finally stopped a few feet in front of them. I’d remained in my human form. For now. I’d shift when it was necessary.

“I asked a question. What is in it for me?” I gritted my teeth, glaring at them.

‘I like a feisty one, what about you?’ the brown wolf turned towards the grey one.

The grey wolf responded by stepping forward and snapping its teeth, but he wouldn’t get a reaction out of me. That was something I’d trained really f*****g hard to control.

The moment you show fear, people like this will eat it up like a damn drug.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I tilted my head, smirking at them.

This was too much fun. Sure, it was dangerous, but I lived for this s**t. It’s been so long since I’ve had the battle actually come to me. In Crimson River, I spent hours waiting for one of the rogues to cross me, but they never did.

Bunch of cowards.

The two of them looked at each other, and I imagined they were asking if I was serious.

This was getting quite boring, so I shifted, tearing my clothing in the process, and pouncing on the grey wolf. I may not be an Alpha, but I do have Alpha blood. My wolf dwarfed theirs, and I snickered to myself as I watched fear fill their pathetic eyes.

Digging my claws into the grey wolf’s back, I pulled backwards with force, hooking him before we fell to my back. The move was a tactic Reece had taught me. It creates the element of surprise, as they think you’ve fallen, but instead, my back legs kicked upwards with force, tearing the skin where our claws hooked into the opponent.

A wolves most sensitive area is our necks and backs. The skin has more pain receptors there than the rest of our entire body combined.

He whimpered as his body was tossed a few feet away. Rocks scattered in every direction from the impact.

The brown wolf was now circling me and breathing out a deep growl.

I was at a slight disadvantage now that the grey wolf was behind me, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

Charging the brown wolf, I went for his hind leg, biting down just where the artery would be and tearing the muscle clean off bone. His howl pierced the quiet night.

There was no blood. Not a drop. I couldn’t smell it or taste it. I’d been too distracted to realize that despite clawing the skin of the grey wolf, there was no blood there either.

Crouching down, my eyes moved between the two wolves but in a split second, it was as if they disintegrated into the air.

“Am I dreaming?” Calix whispered, stepping out of the car.

Lucia relinquished control, allowing me to shift back.

Calix quickly pulled his shirt off, tossing it to me, and turning around.

“What the f**k was that?”

He spun around with an exaggerated shrug, “Beats me. That was the weirdest s**t I’ve ever seen. Did we take drugs or something?”

“Do you really think we’d not remember taking drugs?”

“f**k if I know. I’ve never taken drugs before. That I know of. But,” he did some strange hand motion towards where the two wolves had just disappeared, “You clearly saw that. Wolves don’t just vanish into thin air like that.”

“I’m aware,” I snapped, “How the hell did they do that?”

My bare feet moved towards the spot where the brown wolf had just been, but nothing remained. Not even a hair. I’d just quite literally ripped off half of its leg right where I stand.

Walking over to the spot where the grey wolf had been thrown, there were no signs of a fight. The grass should have been torn up from the force of its body colliding with the ground, but there was nothing.

If Calix wasn’t here to just witness what had happened, I’d think I was going insane.

The sound of fast clapping had my head snapping to the right.