Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf

Chapter forty Four

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Chapter Forty Four

The Urban Predators transformed in perfect unison, not even bothering to take off their clothes first. In the space of a few seconds, the five humans in front of me were replaced with five wolves, shaking off the last few shreds of cloth that still clung to their four legged, fur-covered bodies. Kaylie howled in challenge to me.

I glanced at Dex. "This wasn't part of the plan."

"Is that a problem?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

I smirked. "Not at all."

And then I transformed. And let me tell you, the look of absolute shock and terror on the Urban Predators' faces was a sight I would cherish for the rest of my life. The shift pins made my clothes vanish, saving them from the sudden increase in size I went through. I fell forward onto all fours before my body had even shifted that far to keep from hitting my head on the ceiling. Claws as big and as sharp as swords sprouted from my newly formed paws. Teeth long enough to stab straight through a fully grown man grew from my mouth. I felt the strength, the pure, unadulterated power of the Silverblood spread through my body like an avalanche of thunder and fire.

And then, fully changed, I answered Kaylie's howl with one of my own. My voice shook the walls. The windows cracked. Kaylie's pack cowered, whining as my howl tore at their sensitive ears. I looked at them, baring my teeth in a feral grin, eagerly anticipating the slaughter that was about to take place.

This is your last chance to run, I thought, even though they couldn't hear me. The only one who has to die today is Kaylie.

But I'd be more than happy to take care of the rest of you, too!

The Predators cowered from me, taking shelter behind their alpha. The wolf in me found that hilarious. After today...if I left any of them alive...they'd have to rename themselves the Urban Prey pack.

But Kaylie was made of stronger stuff than her packmates. While they cowered, she glared at me—her obvious superior—with a defiance that impressed even my wolf. She growled, not at me, but at her pack. Reluctantly, they came out from behind her and reformed their battle formation. I didn't attack. This fight would be one sided enough as it was. The least I could do was let them make the first move.

And make the first move they did. With one more howl, Kaylie charged at me, flanked by her pack. She wasted no time in going for my most obvious weak spot, my eyes, by pouncing straight for my face. My snout was big enough for her to stand on, and her claws pricked at the skin beneath my thick fur, but just as her teeth snapped at my left eye, I sent her flying with a mere twitch of my head. She landed twenty feet away, rolling across the floor until she struck the wall. Too easy.

But while I'd been distracted by Kaylie, the rest of her pack attacked me from the sides. One of them—I think it was Twitchy—sank her teeth into the heel of my back paw. A smart move. Cripple your opponent, and the fight is over. But she was weak, her teeth as flat as a cow's compared to mine, and she barely managed to break the skin. I sent her flying as well with a kick from my back paw.

The twins, never leaving each other's sides, darted underneath me to bite at my soft underbelly. That could have been a problem. Being so big, it gave my enemies easier access to what was usually well protected. One of them jumped up to sink their teeth into my skin. They had more luck than Twitchy, and a sharp flash of pain actually ripped through me. I growled, and immediately rolled over. The speed with which I moved sent one of them—I think it was Sis—flying. A trickle of blood leaked from where they'd bit me, but I'd spent all last night soaking up moonlight. The wound healed itself almost before I could notice it.