The Mystic Wolves

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

The shot thundered and time seemed to stop. All I could hear was my shallow breathing and the sound of a body thudding to the ground.

"Nooooo!" An agonizing scream erupted from my throat as I pushed the shell shocked Gary off me and scrambled over to where Jasmine now lay—still in wolf form.

A pool of blood was steadily forming underneath her, and my fingers frantically tried to find where the bullet entered so I could stop the bleeding. All I could see was fur and gore as tears blurred my vision.

I lowered my head down to the wolf's body and could hear Jasmine's heart slowly giving out. She seemed to shudder a little as if her body was trying to rally one more time before she was finally still. Even with supernatural abilities to heal, there was only so much her body could do.

"Don't you dare die, Jasmine. Fight!" I started to shake her, but had to stop as the change reversed itself. In the event of death, anyone who passed away in wolf form would revert back to their human selves. As I rolled Jasmine to her back, I administered C.P.R.

Was it thirty compressions and two breaths, or two breaths and fifteen compressions? I couldn't remember. My brain wasn't able to calm itself long enough to remember.

A memory pierced the moment. "It's better to do something than nothing, Darcy. Do what you can." It was the voice of an old instructor advising me after I'd asked what to do if I forgot.

I began pushing down in the middle of her sternum, not stopping when I heard one of her ribs pop. I kept repeating the numbers over and over in my mind like a mantra.

Nothing was happening. Jasmine continued to lie still on the ground, as each moment passed becoming colder and colder, her body's heat leaving. Hysteria threatened to explode from me.

I would've kept working on her if I hadn't heard a noise behind me. I was so focused on saving the life of my beloved friend and future sister, I'd forgotten about Gary.

Part of me hoped he'd taken my advice and left. My wolf, she hoped he'd stayed. Grief tormented her, and she demanded justice for the death of her fellow pack mate. She begged to be released so she could execute him, and in my weakened state, I took down the walls and set her free.

I tried to do this the civilized way, and it ended in disaster. I should've let her out at the very beginning, letting her destroy the threat. If I had, Jasmine and I would be on our way home right now, laughing about ways to torture Mason.

I took a deep breath as I leaned forward and closed Jasmine's eyes. I kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered I'd be back for her.

Something within me finally snapped, my wolf was in full control. Placing my hands on the ground to push myself up, I turned to face my enemy.

The gun was on the ground a few feet away, useless. The enemy stood a short distance away, shaking from shock as he stared at Jasmine in disbelief.

He didn't have the right to look at her. He had no right to even breathe, and if I had anything to do with it, he wouldn't be in a few short moments.

I took a measured step forward, power soaking my cells as I called on the change to happen. "You will pay for this." My voice was an octave deeper, but steady as a rock, as I sized up my enemy. "You killed her so your life is forfeit. So says pack law." I felt my face harden. "I told you to stop. You didn't. I told you to run yet you stayed. Because of you, my sister is now dead. Run as fast as your vampire blood laced body can, because when I catch you, you'll wish you'd never been born."