Taken

23-Disaster

It was Jason. It just had to be. What other wolf would want to take on the Alpha? I had to stop this, before something horrible happened to my dad. I ran over as fast as I could. I collided with Jason. I heard a sickening crack, but I didn't feel anything, so it must've been one of his bones that broke. That was good, it would weaken him.

I looked up and Jason was scrambling to his feet. I noticed a limp in his left back paw. I looked over at my dad. He was bleeding in a few places but I knew he was okay when he got back on his 4 paws. I was so focused on my dad I didn't see Jason coming at me until it was too late.

He charged into me, knocking me down. I felt a sharp pain in my ribs, and I immediately knew at least one was broken. I got back up, ignoring the pain. I faced the bigger wolf. He growled, I growled back. My dad trotted over, facing Jason. Winning the fight should be easy, it was 2 on 1.

My dad made the first move. Running at Jason, he swiped his paw out, catching the other wolf's snout. Instead of weakening him, it only seemed to increase Jason's determination. Him and my dad started fighting again, and Jason was winning. I ran over to help my dad, but Jason saw this coming, swiping his paw out, which collided with my eye. I whimpered at this but kept on fighting.

After probably hearing my whimper, Jack came running over. He growled at Jason. If there's one thing you should know about werewolves, it's that if you threaten or harm their mate in any way shape or form, you will pay the price. Especially if you hurt an Alpha's mate. I almost felt bad for Jason, knowing what's to come. Almost.

But apparently I shouldn't have almost felt bad. Because as Jack charged at Jason, Jason didn't even flinch. He had a wolf-ish smirk on his face. When Jack reached him, it turned to a full on wolf fight. And Jack was losing.

I ran up to split up the fight. Jack was defending himself at Jason's front, so I snuck up behind Jason, at his back.

It was funny really. Not the fight, no. But the fact that I've never even met this Jason guy, and I was fighting him. Heck, this might not even be Jason. Considering the fact that I've never even seen the guy in person, let alone seen the guy in his wolf form, I could be attacking some other person who just got forced to fight my dad.

Jason, if it really was him, expected my attack from the back. He turned around last minute, swiping his claws across my stomach. I stumbled backwards, blood gushing. This attack idea was a disaster.

I heard Jack howl before I collapsed to the ground. I heard my father howl, and Mandy whimper.

I heard so many things but saw nothing. I felt the blood gush from my stomach. I knew that the cut was deep. He got my underbelly. He got my weak spot. He got me.

I was going to die. But at least I put up a fight.

I felt my wolf shift back into my human body and watched as my dad chased Jason, who had taken advantage of Jack being distracted and bolted.

I saw Jack shift back, too. He stared into my eyes.

All my senses were getting fuzzy. My vision was blurry and my mouth tasted like cotton.

I felt Jack try to apply pressure to the wound, but I knew it wasn't worth it.

I was dying.