Rise Of The Moonwalker Pack

Chapter 58- Come Out Come Out....

Malcomb's pov

Have you ever noticed how shiny and white the porcelain of a bathroom sink is? Like, have you ever really stared at one to the point you can almost see your own reflection?

The steady dripping of crimson red blood glides down the side of the sink, and makes its final descent down the steel drain. Occasionally, one has a slight trace of black swirling goo mixed with the red.

I've done the one two three count numerous times now, but I still can't bring myself to look in the mirror. That son of a bitch sliced the skin on my right cheek to the point that I can feel it flapping when I flex my jaw.

"Where the fuck is the Dr?" I scream at the door. Everyone was in a full blown panic due to Jace being on the loose, so who knows if anyone actually went for the Dr.

How stupid was I? I willingly brought that male here, fixed him up, then arrogantly got close enough for him to strike. The tranquilizer should have kept him mellowed out for at least a couple more hours. I also figured having a bunch of bullet holes in him would slow him down. But nope, not even slightly. That fucker moved so fast I didn't even see it coming.

His claws were unnatural, but the nerd in me wants to know how he does it. Did he practice just extending his claws, or were they some kind of prosthetic? I've never considered that we could become more than what we currently were. Human by default, wolf by choice. But could we really become both at once? If judging by what I saw Jace do, then the obvious answer is yes.

"Torin has him and is on the way." Kirk hollers through the door at me.

"Have they found them yet?" I snarl.

"Not that I'm aware of. Kane has a team, I'm sure they'll find them." He tries to assure me.

Deciding that if I'm not brave enough to look at my own face, I may as well give it a feel. I allow my fingers to lightly trace my jaw line before moving upwards to where the damage occurred. Damp ridges of thin skin folds over my finger tip before I feel a smooth, slippery surface that feels much like the sink. Was it my fucking cheek bone?

My eyes glance upwards to the mirror, but it's hard to comprehend what it was I'm seeing. The skin had four deep slashes through it. The skin was jagged, reminding me of thinly sliced salmon. The perfect pink color, while looking delicate and fragile. All I needed was a fucking bagel and some fancy cream cheese to layer it on.

Sliding my finger down, I finally notice what it was touching. My tooth. "Kirk! Get that fucking Dr in here NOW!" I stagger backwards, allowing myself to flop down on the toilet lid. Any minute now I was going to pass out from the image that would forever be etched in my memory.

He was going to pay. I would personally remove each and every tooth he had, one by fucking one.

The door bursts open, and an extremely frazzled looking Dr enters the room. He's holding a white plastic medical box that shakes in his hands. Behind him, Torrin was holding a gun to the back of his head, and pushing him inside the room.

"I..um, can't fix that while you sit on the toilet. We need a medical room." He tries looking away from my face while visibly shuddering, but only his head moves, not his eyes.

"Just tape it the fuck up, or glue it, I don't give a shit. You have five minutes." I jump up and grab his shirt, hauling him close to my body. "Do you understand?"

Nodding faster than a bobble head that was on the dash of an old truck going a hundred miles an hour, he gestures for me to sit back down. He sets the medical box on the sink, then fishes through it for something to use.