Spit Fire (#2 Dragon Series)

Chapter 6

The rogue stepped out from behind the bush growling at me, looking at me intensely. It's quite unnerving. 

My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest at the mere size of the rogue. It wasn't a big wolf but not too small either. It's a scrawny looking wolf with black fur and a huge scar running beside it's right eye, leaving a bright pink scar and peeling off the fur on that spot . I think that was done by either a blunt silver dagger or a wolfs-bane covered dagger. That is the only thing to leave a scar that...pink. Saliva was running down his jaw and even without the enhanced smell it smelled horrible. Okay, that's just gross.

The rogue looks crazed in every single way. His red eyes dull and lifeless with no humanity left but with the intent to spill blood, looking at me like I'm its next meal. I think it knows I'm human.

It was pacing in front of me and that action made my heart beat faster. I think it heard my sprinting heart because it licked its lips and gave me a crazed wolf smirk,

Okay Savannah. Stop acting like a fucking wimp and take that bitch of an animal on.

A new found courage washes over me. I cover my fear with a blank mask, take a fighting stance and hold the handle of my dagger tighter. Game on dog.

I think it sensed my mood change because it stopped its pacing, sanding 6 feet in front of me. Dear non existent reflexes, please work. I sent my silent prayer to which ever god that is listening to me right now to protect Arabella and her pups.

The rogue suddenly pounces on me aiming for my throat. I duck - barely missing it's claws - and slide under it using my dagger to slice it's belly. I stand and turn around quickly but the rogue pounces on my side also breaking my ribs. Pain ripples through my body but I fight through it. That's another problem for later if I survive this. The rogue starts snarling in my face and scratching my forearm. My left hand is somewhat free because it seems like I'm laying on my dagger on my right. I struggle beneath the rogue, trying to get it off of me and get my left hand out of it's bleeding stomach.

I push it off with all my strength. It tumbles over to my left side and stands quickly, then I hurriedly grab a hold of my dagger while clutching my bleeding arm, trying to ignore the searing pain shooting through my arm and ribs. I stagger a bit trying to stabilize myself. That really hurt. I zone in to see the rogue ready to pounce again. Bring it on mutt. I'm killing this thing even if I die with it.

He pounces and this time I dodge late. We fall on the snow covered ground with me taking all of the impact with his weight. My head hits a rock and I think I heard a crack or something. Pain, that is the only thing I'm feeling right now. No fear or any other emotion, nope, just pain from the pit of hell. Black dots start filling my vision while the rogue claws at my chest ripping my skin to shreds.

I pick up my fallen dagger and with as much force as I can muster I stab it right between the eyes.

It drops dead on my body making my breathing more labored that it already is. It's dull lifeless eyes stare at me. Telling a story of a once happy wolf now a lifeless rabid animal, torn away from love, happiness, life.

Blood everywhere. Those eyes will always haunt me.

My eyes start to feel heavy as the last thing I see is the dull, empty and lifeless red eyes staring back at me hauntingly.

I hear a howl close by, That sounds like Arabella.

.............

The young she-wolf curls around her pups waiting for her Human familiar. She was starting to get worried. She shouldn't have gotten that far right? She questions herself.