Queen Rouge

Chapter 12

When I say that I'm royally pissed, it's actually more like my wolf. Which is actually quite surprising. This the first interaction, emotion, anything that my wolf has done for decades. Separating her from her mate, made her angry at me. And consequently made her a little depressed. She's been unresponsive ever since, giving me complete control over my wolfy abilities. And now she's back. And angry. Really angry. More than angry. As I said, royally pissed. But you have no idea how glad I am that it's not entirely directed at me. No it's 98% directed towards the shewolf who just entered the room.

As glad as I am that it's not me that the anger is aimed at. I'm also very very worried. I'm not particularly too sure Jason is going to enjoy having to clean up her very bloody and torn body off the floor. Yes, that's exactly how pissed my wolf is. Besides Tyson won't be happy either, most of the pack wolves aren't too friendly and supportive towards us rouges and the whole alliance thing. So yeah..... That'd probably be taken as an act of war. Now wouldn't that make life complicated. Rouges VS Packs VS Bloodwolves. Bloodwolves is the self-proclaimed-rouge-pack that has joined. Forces with the vampire coven NightBlood. Together the hope to conquer and rule the vampire and wolf realms.

Unfortunately I have a fairly extensive track record of discard for rules and all. Well, unfortunately for them anyway. To be honest, I don't actually care. I can always relocate to the human realm. Actually now that I think about it, that an ingenious plan. I've always liked the human realm. With their amazing clubs and bars. It's like FREE drinks around. Human alcohol can get werewolves drunk, the most a werewolf has ever achieved was tipsy. Very tipsy. But that's about it.

Moving on, I realise I'm not the only one who's pretty mad. By the looks of its there will most likely without a doubt be a fight of some sort between us. Cause she looks kinda pissed herself. "You little rouge skank!!" She seethes at me stalking forward. Say what now?

Oh, hell no!

"Oh really Debra, if I'm a skank than what on earth are you? A whore?" I ask, rather quite coolly. My calm demeanour well kept. Not allowing her to see my wolf's rage and bloodlust. Her mouth opens and closes like a retarded fish stuck out of water. Her mind reeling, trying to scrape together a retort.

"At least I'm not a lying two faced bitch!!!" She screams at me.

"Oh, do tell. What did I apparently lie about this time?" I sigh, this bitch is SOO lucky. If she was a rouge she'd be missing a few body parts by now. Or maybe all. Either way it'd be quite creative, I always was very creative. Every kill was in a slightly different way. Always. It's what kept things interesting.

"You said, YOU PROMISED that you would leave!!! That you would go! That I would him!! YOU LIED! YOU LITTLE SLUT!" She screams at me her claws and canines extending, morphing her voice into a slightly shrill yet deeper gravelly tone. The deep gravelly element being her wolf, the shrillness, that'd be all her.

My wolf bristles, taking it as a challenge. A stupid challenge as in all honesty she poses no threat to me, I don't mean to boast or anything but my skills surpass hers by far, I'm actually not sure if even has any battle experience or training. I think it's all just raw untrained and polished instinct. Which can still be dangerous. But nothing like a well trained, polished fighter. Especially one who has a lot of full on experience. One who has lived and breathed battle (well not really battle per say, my victims never really got much of a chance to fight, I am just that good) for a good couple of decades, almost a century now.

My eyes glow a deep vibrant lilac. Similar to colour they were when I was performing that simple spell at the ceremony-party thing, yet a deeper darker shade. My wolf. She's pushing herself to the surface, not liking that Debra is challenging her one bit. My extra sharp canines slowly extending, my wolf letting out a low warning growl. Next is my well manicured deadly sharp claws. My wolf irritatedly clicks them together, making a small tapping noise of sorts.