My Enemy

Chapter 4

POV - Jayden

"Necromancer!"

I snarled, my senses sharpening after in the cool night air. The fowl stench of death filled the air, no longer masked by the pungent door of alcohol.

"Werewolf!" She spat, as if she hadn't known the whole time.

She had probably known the whole time what I was, got me out here to try and humiliate me. He friends were probably all hiding in the shadows, cloaked in darkness, the cowards they were. Well, I wouldn't play their little games.

"Oh, I get it, you think this's is funny, do you? Lure me out here with all your little friends watching?"

She snorted, " and do what? Watch you scratch yourself? You're the one who wanted to go outside!"

"Yea, act like you didn't plan this all."

"Sure, now I'm the one who came over to talk and asked to go outside. What was wrong, had to go piss on a tree?"

I barked a laugh, "have a little ghost friend whispering comebacks in your ear? Well I guess you need something to even out the odds."

"You think I need help? I'm not the one who runs around with others of my own kind, acting like a pack of wild wolves. Oh, sorry, you ARE a pack of wild wolves."

"Yea, I do think you need help, after all, you can't be alright in the head if you speak to the dead."

"Are you calling me brain dead?"

I smirked "Maybe I am."

"Go to the dogs! Oh, that's right, you already have."

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to find a fitting response.

She smirked, and said," Do you fight your own battles, or does your daddy have to fight them for you, mongrel?"

I growled. This had gone too far. "You think you can fight, do you, Dead face?"

"I don't think. I know."

I laughed, "As if a necromancer could fight without and army of zombies to do the work for you!"

"I don't need my powers to beat your ass!"

"Sure you don't."

"Afraid to get your ass wiped by a necromancer?" She said smirking.

I narrowed my eyes, "Not at all. Think you can fight little necro, fine. Then prove it. 1 week, no powers, hand-to-hand combat, the woods" I said, nodding towards the woods to our left, barely discernible through the clustered houses."

She smiled coldly, "Done."

I smiled right back.

Simultaneously, we turned on our heels and walked away in opposite directions.

I headed back into the club, looking for my friends.

I chuckled to myself. As if a necromancer could ever beat a werewolf. It had been that same arrogance that had driven them to dare think they could defeat us during the Great War. They were lucky that my grandfather, who had been the most powerful alpha at the time, had been feeling merciful, and hadn't wiped out their miserable species as he had all the others. That necromancer wouldn't know what hit her.

I spotted Flex's reddish-brown hair in the crowd. He and the guys, Sam and James were crowded around the bar, drinking vodka. Lucas had opted out of going. Being werewolves, the alcohol barely affected them.

I walked over and picked up my drink and was about to take a sip, when Sam said, "I wouldn't drink that man, because I think someone spiked it."

Flex slapped him upside the head. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"You know it's not nice to spike people's drinks, I said mildly.

"Hey did you hear," said Sam, "your dad is going to announce Clyde his official heir next month."

We went into a conversation about Clyde, my big, 19 year old brother.

After a while, I said, "hey guys, I'm going to go, the reek of alcohol is getting to me."

"Sure, you go, I'd have your drink, if I hadn't spiked it." Flex said, waving me away.

I left the club and walked to the woods, where I took of my clothes and shifted. I took the clothes in my mouth and set off in an easy lope. Soon the lights of the pack house twinkled ahead of me. At the edge of the woods I shifted back and put on my clothes.

Nudity isn't a novelty amongst werewolves, but that doesn't mean we walk around naked.

I entered the house and was greeted by my mother, Evelyn.

"You're back, good, Sasha just went to bed."

I nodded, faked a yawn and walked to my room.

On my way there, I bumped into Clyde.

"You're back. In one of your human clubs again? You know our father doesn't like it when you go there."

I inclined my head and mumbled something about remembering that. Clyde walked on and I entered my room.

I sighed and plopped into bed, thinking about the fight I'd have with that necromancer.

It was a shame we wouldn't use powers. Every werewolf has a special power, mine is telekinesis. It would have been fun to see the look on her face when she got hit without me toughing her.

I should have made it sooner I could hardly wait.

Ah, well.

I sighed, got up and turned off the light.

I would just have to bide my time.