The Alpha and His Mate (True Mate Stories)

The real - Mason and Jasmine's story part 2

I started from the beginning of part 2

(Recap)

I tried to listen for anymore growls I would recognize, anyone from our pack. With no luck, I quickly shifted back and ran to mine and Mason’s room. Diving over the bed I grabbed the phone, calling Damien.

“Mason?” Damian answered, I could hear the wind rushing in from an open car window.

“No, it’s Jasmine. There’s a bunch of growling and fighting downstairs and Mason’s growl is the only one I recognize.” I blurted out in one panicked breath. My children and mate were in trouble.

“Jasmine, calm down,” that might have worked if he sounded calm. “How many do think is there?”

“I don’t know, a lot,” I answered nervously. “Mason is outnumbered.” That may have been common sense, but at the heat of the moment that was my best answer.

“I’m out of town. I’ll call Adrian and get him to bring back up. Get the kids and yourself out of there. Mason will be fine. Go,” he hung up and I dropped the phone. Shifting in mid run to the stairs, I could hear four growls I didn’t recognize. Not bothering to call Damian back I rushed to my family.

The wolves were huge compared to me, gigantic compared to my kids and average size compared to Mason. Kyle and Derrick were behind two of them nipping at the hind legs. Blake stood under Mason’s tail, growling furiously at a wolf behind Mason. All his shyness was gone. He was acting like a true werewolf. Mason stood on his hind legs going for the kill, the wolf behind lunged towards Blake. I dodged in grabbing Blake and the wolf behind Mason crashed into Mason’s back legs. With a swing of my head, I tossed Blake perfectly out the broken window.

Jasmine and Mason's story retake, part two.

I jumped over Mason’s downed and bleeding body. The wolf he was fighting leaned down for the kill in perfect timing. My hind claws scratched him in the eyes, buying Mason the time he needed to get up. Pushing myself further off the wolves head, I landed between Derrick and a filthy white wolf. Derrick continued to hold the wolf off his brother Kyle. Snapping at the white wolf’s paws, he managed to get a hold of one. I went to grab him the same time the white wolf came down for the kill. The wolf’s teeth scrapped Derrick’s muzzle, giving him two identical gashes. Kyle scurried out from under me, jumping up on what was left of the table and lunged onto the wolf’s back. Tossing another pup out the window with ease, turned to grab Kyle.

Kyle held on for dear life as the wolf bucked and reared. Kyle’s body would fly up and down with each toss, but his mouth stayed permanently where he planted it. On the last toss up I signaled for him to let go by tossing my head up. He let go with perfect timing. I jumped over the dirty white wolf catching Kyle in mid air and flew straight out the window.

My heart pounded as I ran from the house with Kyle in my mouth. Unsure of the orders I was given, I should stay back and help Mason. Adrian and ten more wolves ran up through the field across from our house. With one more glance at Mason, he barked sharply, telling me to go. Adrian and the others passed me on my way down the porch.

There was nothing that could pull me further than our backyard, Mason was in there injured and bleeding. My body was frozen stiff, my ears perked forward and my tail straight out. Our children stood tense and alert under my body, the wind blowing the fur of my stomach over the tips of their ears. Yelps, coming from inside were quickly killed off by death then silence followed. Our side won, it didn’t rocket scientist to figure that out, unless the other side were some type of mutant werewolves. It was ten on four.