Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf

Chapter Forty Six

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Chapter Forty Six

Kaylie threw a punch almost before I could react, and I threw myself to the side. Her gauntleted fist passed less than an inch away from my face, hitting the wall behind me instead. Just like the first, that wall was instantly decimated, and the force of the explosion threw me forward—right into Kaylie!

"You're insane, you know that?" I yelled as we both went rolling across the old dusty floor together.

We struck the next wall, and while Kaylie wound up for another punch, I put my foot on the wall and thrust off as hard as I could. Kaylie's fist flashed, hitting only the open air, but the power behind her punch blew a hole in the ceiling big enough to drive a car through.

We both scrambled to our feet, facing each other down from across the hallway. "I'm insane? You just murdered my whole pack!"

"Because your pack just tried to murder me!" I shot back.

"Because you murdered my brother!"

She came at me again, arm cocked behind her head and ready to disintegrate my face. My heart was racing with fear. It would only take one hit from that thing to end this fight. My Silverblood could probably tank two or three of those hits, but I didn't trust this rickety old floor to support its weight. This was going to come down to me vs her in our human forms.

And I was unarmed.

But there was one upside to this, which Kaylie revealed as she attacked. She threw her fist forward, glove trailing red light like a comet, and I ducked and rolled right underneath her outstretched arm. I felt the power of the gauntlet be released behind me, but left me untouched as I rolled back to my feet and sprang upwards with a savage punch of my own straight to Kaylie's face.

Kaylie was a good fighter—I should know, I'd faced her more than once. This wasn't the best she could do. Just like Stewart, she was practically mesmerized by the glove's power. That made her rely on it instead of fighting to her full capability. And that was going to be what let me beat her.

"I'm not D.K.," I said to keep her off guard. The angrier she was, the more tempted she'd be to just punch, punch, punch. "You were never very smart, but can't you at least tell the difference between us?"

Just like I'd planned, Kaylie growled and came at me with a wild haymaker. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that glowing hunk of death coming right at my delicate little face, but I shoved my fear down and ducked, letting it whiz harmlessly over my head. When I came back up, my fist hit her square on the burn mark on her chest. She screamed in pain and stumbled backwards, and I used that as my chance to ram into her as hard as I could, driving my elbow into her stomach. She was lifted off her feet, and I slammed her into the wall behind us hard enough to crack the wood.

I stepped back, catching my breath. "I didn't kill your brother."

Blood was leaking from a cut on her scalp, and the way she winced as she stood back up told me I'd bruised her gut, but she was far from done.

"Shut up!" she screamed, throwing yet another punch. I sidestepped this one, letting it pass a couple of inches to my right, and then stomped on her foot as hard as I could. With my own foot pinning her's to the floor, I grabbed the gauntlet with both hands and pulled. She realized what I was doing, though, and clenched her fist around it. It didn't budge and inch.

"Get off of me!" Kaylie hollered. Her other fist slammed into my side, making me double over in pain. That loosened my grip on the gauntlet, which Kaylie yanked out of my hands, and...