No Wolf's End (Book 3 Of Mckayla Series)

Chapter 18

Mckayla

Mason shifted wolf in full throttle towards me and with much time to spare, due to my hybrid impeccable speed I side stepped him. My eyes were still shut, utilizing only my hearing and the smell of him as my way of knowing where he was at and how fast he was coming.

Mason twisted and like a gush of wind, his claws raked the air as one of his forefront swung my direction. I side-stepped Mason a second and third time as if doing some sort of dance routine.

Taking a moment to think of a new tactic, I was sure of, Mason growled his displeasure and annoyance at me. He really wanted me dead.

My goal was to not lose control. If I accomplished that, there would be an reward of new found peace. I needed to gain control over my hybrid. Distraction only got so many killed. For me, Mason raked his thick claws across my abdomen. So much for being trance in thought.

Focus. Elena's momentary chastisement was noted.
My tank top was now ripped as I dropped my gaze down to the blood seeping out from my deep lacerations.

Again, Mason raked his claws at me like four knives trying to slice through meat all at once. I leaped backwards, wincing at the pain shooting down to my abdomen.

I wasn't healing. I snarled gazing back at Mason with perplexity. When he swiped at me again, I caught one of his forefront, ignoring the second raking of his claws down my arm as I examined his claws.
My skin burned as I grimaced. At the tips of his keen claws was silver. It looked to be melted, like outwardly engraved.

Shoving him away, I ignored the pain over my arm and abdomen realizing how far he would go to winning. Small cheats to take down a threat like me was naive. It only pissed me off more.

"Is this how you choose to win your battles?" What he doesn't know is as a hybrid I was twice as fast and strong. I was only trying to fight fair. Mason rushed for me and I sped away in unrecognizable speed, sitting on the table in front of our host a dozen feet from Mason.

His eyes wondered around as he pivoted left to right searching for me.

My hybrid enjoyed his search. By the time he turned my way, I was gone now standing at his back. "Behind you."

Mason leaped into a three-sixty spiral, following my voice but again I was gone. Snarling, which my hybrid found more amusing than me, I watched as he absently swiped blindly to one side thinking I was near him.

I laughed openly, everyone staring not sure of how to react to my speed nor more humor. My hybrids humor. I was never much the funny one. I was once. I laughed at every joke and made twice as many jokes myself. That was before my father threw me away. I wasn't bitter about that as much. Before I became the rogue who killed simply because I could. No humor was definitely destroyed by then.
It seemed my hybrid carried my humor.

Mason turned to me, snarling from the irritation and probably the embarrassment of making fun of him. I let him see me this time.

"You cheat and your mad when I'm only being the freak show you called me out as." Again, my hybrid was the lead of this fight and conversation, though my hybrid allowed me to be apart of this fight. Taking a moment to myself, I admitted I liked this humorous side. I missed the playfulness I once had in me.

Probably wanting to say something, Mason shifted human and walked cautiously to where he first slipped out of his jeans when he shifted. Once he was semi dressed Mason turned to everyone and then me. His face was flushed with embarrassment and enmity. "Now I'm a joke to you."

I wasn't completely sure if he was asking me a direct question or being rhetorical but I answered anyway. "This fights a joke. The fact that you challenge me...is a joke."