Alpha Nox

Chapter 2

"Yep. That's me, orphan Annie over here." I smirked at the three musketeers. "My parents didn't want me, so they gave me up. Better than what yours did, Kaylee. Late term abortions are bad enough, but to try it when the child is outside the womb? Ouch, that must've stung. Can't say I blame them, though." I said, inspecting my nails. "What family would want a magicless wolf?"

It was a cheap shot for sure, but so was the time when Kaylee poisoned my food with wolfsbane for a week straight. If I thought hard enough, I could still taste the blood-tainted vomit in my mouth.

Besides, nothing I said was a lie. It was common knowledge Kaylee's mother tried to murder her as a child—all because Kaylee here didn't have abilities of her own.

"You slick bitch. You think you're so funny, don't you?" Kaylee hissed.

"I'm hilarious, ask anyone." I deadpanned.

I ran through the different scenarios that could get me out of this, but there weren't many. All three were approaching from various sides and I had a gaping pit of snakes at my back. Even with my father's training, and the lessons I'd learned from spying on the recruits' sessions, I wasn't going to make it out unharmed.

My abilities could get me out of this, but that was a box I could never, ever open. If I was going down, you could bet my perky ass was taking one of them with me.

Ivy Davenport whipped her bleached ponytail over her shoulder. "She won't be laughing when she's being strangled by a boa constrictor."

A what now?

"Have you even seen a boa constrictor, Ivy?" I asked, my eyebrows sky high in the face of her sheer dumbassery. "For crying out loud, these are Black Mamba's."

"Same fucking thing." She spat; her toilet water eyes narrowed into slits.

I scoffed. "Yeah. Totally, same fucking thing."

"Darlin,' last I checked it don't really matter. Either way, you're going to meet them bad boys up close and personal. I've been dyin' to try out this new move we just learned in Krav Maga class." Weston drawled, rubbing his hands together, looking like a predator in the bad way (if you catch my drift).

Laughter tickled the back of my throat. Jokes on him, I knew the move too.

Kaylee and Ivy closed in on my left and right, crouched in fighting positions with their hands out, ready to grab hold of me incase I tried to flee. I braced myself for the impact of his meaty fist. As it hit my cheek and the blunt pain of busted blood vessels slapped me upside the face, I made a show of falling to the ground.

"Get the hell up." Ivy snarled.

"What a fucking weakling." Kaylee laughed.

Oh, if only they knew. If I wasn't worried about getting my revenge on those who sentenced me here, these three would be dead in the dirt. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

I whimpered, my lower lip quiver pathetically. All three exploded in laughter, and while the sound made my eardrums contemplate suicide, it kept them from noticing the fist full of dirt I held in my hand. I didn't give him time to make the first move. That punch of his had my adrenaline flowing, singing its siren-song of blood, agony, and beautiful pain.

Since Kaylee was such a grade-A bitch, I threw the fistful of dirt in her face and swung without abandon. She let out a squeal of outrage that quickly turned into hacking and sputtering. I ducked in time to dodge Ivy's heavy-handed punch, but not in time to miss Weston's knee-kick.

It hit me in the gut hard enough to rip the air from my lungs.

Mid-kick, time slowed, and I noticed something about Weston's form. While his kick was solid, his balance was subpar. I wasn't usually a glutton for pain, but once the idea popped into my head, it was just too sweet to resist.