Secret Shifter

Part 22-Kat's POV

As my throat dried my howl ceased and the ringing in our ears made Peter and I death momentarily. I couldn't read his lips but his intention was clear...punishment.

I had just ruined his plan to take control of my ability, to better our kind, and at the same time I ruined his childhood dream of revenge.

Peter shifted right there and then, ripping his clothes in an instant and charging straight for me. His teeth latched onto the bars of my cell and tore them apart like they were twigs.

Instinctively I ducked and managed to narrowly escape his extended claws. This only angered Peter, his rage consumed him to the point he wanted blood.

But in his rage filled haze, I doubt he remembered he wanted me alive. As long as he had my blood on his hands, he had his 'future.'

Peter wasn't the only one who was consumed with rage. I had spent too many years running from this murderer, I had decided to fight for my freedom, and that's exactly what I was going to do.

Before he couldn't even peel back his lips to snarl I launched at him, my teeth grazing his flank as he side stepped. We were circling one another, trying to judge each other's next move.

We were a blur of fur, teeth and claws as we grappled at one another. I managed to grab a hold of his scruff and pull, causing him to grunt and fall back, quickly composing himself, he was on me again.

Peter sunk his teeth deep into my shoulder, causing red to stain my otherwise perfect white coat.

'You're done for Pup. You're weak, even more so with your other wounds still healing. It's not much of a battle, but I love to see you bleed.' His voices spoke to my mind. It was laced with a rage born from hatred, that it sounded almost slick.

'And you're just shit, old man,' I quipped.

And we were at it again. I'm not sure how long we had been battling, but he was right. I still hadn't fully recovered from the harpoons and my muscles now called out in pain.

Every movement caused a searing burn to spread until it made my vision blurry. No! I had to keep fighting.

'Its over Pup, I've won and you have lost your life...' Peter trailed off as he looked behind me.

It was only then I realised we weren't alone. A familiar scent hit my nose. I spun around to see...

The Rogue Leader, poised with another harpoon. Then I heard the deafening bang of the gun and felt the sharp silver pierce me, sinking deeper as it easily tore through flesh and scrapped bone.

I yelped a strangled yelp, my voice failed me and I tasted it, my blood. I began to uncontrollably cough, my body jerked violently till there was nothing left. The pain subsided and I lay watching the stairs.

I wished things were different. I wished that I never left Derek, maybe we could still be together, fighting a different war side by side. But it was too late. As the dizziness set in, my thoughts wandered to Derek before I have in and welcomed the darkness.