Enemies or mates?

Chapter 17

My wolfish head is lowered in a threatening snarl. Wind rustles the leaves causing them to roll beneath my soft stomach. The sky is just coming awash in baby blue with the help of the morning sun. Somewhere miles away, my pack and others are fighting off werewolves and vampires alike.  I can't bother with worrying about them as a larger black wolf circles me. He doesn't crouch ready to strike. He doesn't snarl nor flatten his ears like me. He walk leisurely, his eyes the only thing showing that he's surveying the area.

Power radiates off him in waves, much stronger than when I was a kid. In fact he's stronger then he had been less than a month before, but I can't let that get me down. I'm already injured losing a continues stream of blood from a knife wound in my side.  My breathing is already labored and my heart hurts for my pack.

I snap my teeth as the wolf steps closer. He looks mildly irritated but steps back into the circle he's started warring into the long grass of the peaceful meadow which contrast greatly to the current situation. My father huffs sits down and watches me. The anticipation is to much for me and I growl again before attacking. I don't bother dancing around him as I go for his neck.
Im impatient to be over this. I want it to end one way or another. I want him dead. I don't get close enough to even graze him before he's swatted me away like a pesky fly. I land on my back legs, unbalanced. The world is starting to spin, and my tongue is dryer the the sahara desert.

A twig snaps in the woods miles away from us, but its the distraction I needed to reach for the syringe I knew he was hiding.

I rush for it and role before he knows I've moved. I shock even myself with my speed as I stand nearly twenty hards away a second later.
The wolf growls lowly, head lowered and yet he doesn't attack. Im open struggling to maintain my wolf form. The syringe lays at my feet unusable until I shift, and maybe useless even then, depending what's on it.

My wolf shutters as bones start reforming and no matter how hard I try my wolf is to weak to maintain her form. I stand almost completely defenseless against the one man that I could never beat. His wolfish grin says it all. He was waiting for me to shift. It'll be easy to kill me now and I have no connection to the pack with my wolf in such a deep slumber.

I fight my own jello legs to stand as another branch snaps in the woods. More branches snaps as my blood sings as it pumps through my heart.
Wolf head emerge from the bushes followed by large bodies, some bleeding and supporting each other and others standing tall and proud.
And hand reaches out from behind, and I spin. I land on the ground staring at the sky fighting to stay awake. My packs in danger, I need to save them.

Even so my world turns dark.