Ain't no damn wolf

Chapter 15

Ashley's POV
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Carissa lunged at me with a horrible stance while she swung out her arms in all directions in hopes of hitting me. Needless to say, I dodged with ease. She ran headfirst towards me and I jumped sideways resulting a few frustrated screams from her.

'IS RUNNING AWAY ALL YOU CAN DO?! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN HIT ME ONCE, FLÜGEL MY ASS!' She spat and stopped running in circles to catch her breath.

I laughed, but it was hollow and just rocked back and forth on my feet waiting for her to catch her breath. At least I had the decency to wait.

Paint face stood up straight again and yelled one of her monkey cries as she ran towards me for about the thousandth time. And failing to hit me again.

'You seem to be getting slower. Do you want to continue till you drop dead on the ground or do you want me to end it for you?' I hardly even noticed as my voice dropped to an icy cold tone. It wasn't my voice though, the words felt foreign.

'Bitch! You're all talk and no bite! At least I can fling a few punches! See Jake?! I'm better than he--'

I didn't let her continue. My fist connected with her face and I heard a satisfying crunch as I sent her flying off her feet and she rammed into the crowd. A few gasps filled the air but that didn't bother me none.

To my surprise she got up shakily and I heard her anger radiating off her in pathetic waves. Who the hell was she trying to intimate?

I stood still and watched as the crowd moved back when she shifted into her wolf form. Even in her wolf form, she was pathetically hideous. A mangy sand fur color and the same blue eyes. She wasn't small, but she wasn't big either. Hell she wouldn't even reach my shoulders if I was in wolf form. She snarled out and charged aimlessly towards me again.

At the corner of my eye, I saw Jake tense. He was ready to jump in whenever necessary.

I sighed and dodged under her as she dived towards me. Before she could recover, I stretched out my leg and kicked her in the hind legs while she let out a short yelp. I didn't even have to use my speed as I jumped midair and elbowed her in the neck. My dress was probably showing, which is a good thing I wore shorts underneath.

She fell to the ground with a thud and I heard whines escape out of her.

This was boring me out. Blood Rose
pack was suppose to be the strongest back of the area, even the women were supposedly a bit stronger than most werewolves. But this was such a disappointment. What's the point of fighting back if she'd faint from one hit. Prey would be best if they struggled, where's the fun in it if they give in to easily?

'This is all you've got? You're in your wolf form and you still can't lay a scratch on me?' Great, now I sounded like an evil person. She flinched under my glare and shifted back up to the crowd. Each step i took, she took one back. She was whimpering non-stop and I smelt blood coming off her.

Blood. I smell blood.

I pushed back the voice in my head and stalked towards her. Her eyes widened, scared. Aww, is she begging for mercy now?

She doesn't deserve mercy. Kill her.

By this time, the crowd was silent. Scared even. Of course they'd be. Where was the once happy blushing Luna who picked a kid up and played with him? Somewhere in the Milky Way is where. Ok, lame backstory here. Since I was young, I've slowly found out that I had a second personality, a.k.a my Flügel. There was the usual joking Ashley, but whenever I got pissed or whenever my mind switched to a fighting mode, my other personality would come out. Trust me, I didn't like it as well. I sent a kid in middle school to the hospital once. It wasn't pretty.