Don't Push Me

~ Chapter Six ~

"You." I jab his chest angrily. "Are a disgrace to the werewolf population."

"Little mate." Alpha Lucas growls slightly.

"No, you can shut up and listen as well. I don't know what is up with you two Alphas, and I don't know if it runs through all of the Alphas of this generation. But I do know that my dad treated my mother with respect. When he met my mother he went round to her father, presented him with a rugby ball and during the game between their packs asked permission to take my mother out for a date. 

"What my father didn't do was chase my mother through hallways, knock her friend unconscious, stab her multiple times then laugh about it and kidnap her." I shout.

"You're the one who ran-" My mate tries to justify his actions, but I hold a hand up in front of his face, signalling for him to stop.

"And you." I face Alpha Colton. "Your mate is in a coma. Am I correct?" He nods. "Then why the hell are you trying to kill your sister, drinking with her enemies and not sitting next to her bed comforting her?" I yell.

"My mate wouldn't want me to spend day in and day out sitting beside her crying my eyes out." He tells me. His sister suddenly snaps her head up, eyes blazing with anger.

"Excuse me?" She shouts. "What Allison wouldn't want is you trying to kill her best friend over an Alpha title that is rightfully hers!" He looks like he is about to argue with her but I cut them both off.

"I think you are a pathetic excuse of an Alpha. Your mate is lying helpless in a coma and what do you do? You get friendly with the enemy! You lose yourself in drinks and by the looks of your pack, you are concentrating more on yourself than them! If I was in this pack, I would have left long ago. I think he only reason this lot are still standing under your rule is love for their Luna!"Alpha Lucas grabs my arm roughly, ending my outreak.

"Get in the car." He growls into my ear.

"You're the one who forced me out of the car!" I yell.

"I said, get in the bloody car now little mate!" He begins to drag me towards his car like a child, in front of this entire pack.

"Excuse me, Alpha Lucas?" A new voice asks, the witch walks over to us with a sweet smile etched on her face. "I suggest you let go of that young girl and apologise."

"And just why would I take orders from an incompetent teenage witch?" He snarls.

"That incompetent teenage witch just so happens to be the sister of The Marked Assassin. She also happens to be the strongest witch of this generation, and has been for a few generations. Just a couple hundred years older than you sweety." Cindy steps forward so she is in line with the witch.

Holy crap

That's Malagoria?

"I thought you had done your homework dear, considering you had the audacity to come into our home and insult my family." She tells him sternly.

She's the sister to a monster 

Let me clear a few things up for you.

The Marked Assassin is the most dangerous werewolf hunter out there. She kills without mercy, and leaves without a trace. Well, except for her initials she carves into the bodies of her victims.

The past few months she has been MIA, and that worries nearly the entire werewolf species, save for the few said packs that apparently know her whereabouts and are acquaintances with her.

And the fat that she is not only MIA, but she is cozying up to werewolves scares me.

Why the personal problem?

Two years ago, Sylvia and I had a first hand glimpse as to what she can do.

"Chrissie, I'm scared." Sylvia whispers, clutching my arm even tighter. I look down on the normally bundle of joy, whose face is now as white as one's face can get. I rub soothing circles around her palm, clutching the other hand tight in my own.

The beauty in front of us strikes again and again, almost as if it's a dance. Her steps are filled with grace, and blows precise. Each kill weighs my heart down more, I feel helpless as we watch this girl, this girl covered in tattoos smiling as she narrows in on her last two victims.

"Leslie and Frank Holt. I charge you with the murder of Mave and Andy Hermosa, a crime punishable by death!" She tells them in a deadly calm voice, raising her weapon and lightly pushing the blade into the male's throat. He stiffens as it draws blood.

"No! No please, we have a son." The woman pleads, the young girl cocks an eyebrow.

"And I care... Why?" She questions, eyeing her up.

"He's only young, seventeen. He won't have anyone to watch over him." She tells the assassin who merely pushes the blade further into the Alpha's neck.

"You didn't think about the fourteen year old daughter those people had when you slaughtered them, did you?" She shoves her sword right through his neck, the startled man grabs at his throat when the blade retracts. A few gurgling sounds can be heard from our hiding spot, we huddle closer together. "Don't worry Leslie dearest, take comfort in the fact that your son will have a pack to grow up with. Unlike that poor girl. He will have someone with him right up until the moment I slaughter your pack like you did mine." I cringe away as I watch this girl, no older than me plunge her hand right into the Luna's chest and with a sickening squelch rip out her heart.

Sylvia gasps slightly, horrified by the scene she just witnessed. The young teen snaps her head our way, I slap a hand over my best friends mouth soundlessly. She narrows her eyes at our hiding spot, and for a split second I am certain that she can see us.

But then she turns and begins to carve M.A into all of her victims that met her sword today.

I'm suddenly not feeling so good. My body sways to the side majorly, my mate merely watches me as I lose consciousness. While I expected that it would be my mate to catch me, I'm surprised that it is Colton that tries to.

Cindy pushes him out of the way angrily and grabs my limp body in the nick of time. Just before I black out I can vaguely hear her yelling at someone.

"Someone get the damn pack doctor! An unconscious female and another with a buggered knee!"