Scarred Wolf 18+ Version

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Ouch that hurts. I stumble from the back hand I just took from Charles. Damn it I'm taking over now. No wait don't I yell at my wolf, she just growls savagely. Charles back is wide open she begins a two hand swipe at his back just as he's starting to whip around the the human clamped in his hands.

No I scream at my wolf as our claw's rake down his back. He scream's head snapping back. Then with a fierce growl he slams his forehead into Charles nose breaking it. Charles drops him to his knees and stumbles back a few steps.

Whimpering my wolf gives me back control. Damn it girl it's your turn to focus now. I'm sorry. Sorry if he survives this he will become a werewolf. I didn't mean to do it. You didn't think either. I know. We are so going to have a long talk about this but right now is not the time. Yes survive now bitch me out later.

Charles moves in to finish off the human. Hell no get him. My wolf growls. I step up right behind him trading slashes with Charlesover his kneeling form. I can't win a slugging match with Charles, so I grapple with him.

The human battered, broken and bleeding. Punches Charles once more in the balls. Who the hell is this guy. Your guess is as good as mine. My wolf rumbles at me as ours fangs just miss Charles throat. Coming back with only part of his collar. He start's hammering away at Charles inner thigh.

Wolf howls thunder threw the forest. Thank the goddess Alex is almost here. I throw back my head an howl in response to the call of my pack. Looking back into Charles eyes. Anger and hate burn brightly in his eyes. He tosses me away and run's to the edge of the clearing.

His eye's are fixed on the human. Who has staggered to his feet and is facing Charles. Charles lets out a gurgling hiss at him. How the hell is the human still on his feet. Are you kidding by all rights he should be dead right now. I know right. The human draws in an obviously painful lung full of air. Then he lets loose a roar that would make any large predator proud.

Did the end of that sound like a howl. I don't know. My wolf whines. He was just scratched. His wolf can't becoming forward yet, right? I don't know but if it is. This could be very bad. Alex an five others burst in to the clearing.

Alex in the lead I spot him because he is the only jet black wolf among the group. Are coloring in wolf form generally follows that of our human hair with markings some times. There are some strange twist in the coloring but they are rare. The human turns an faces them. Setting himself to fight. Dear sweet goddess is his instinct to protect so strong that even at deaths door he moves to defend me. I move up beside him. He turns to me.

“Please tell me they are with you.” I nod “Good.”

He sighs an start's to fall forward. I grab him by the shoulders an lower him gentle to the ground. I shift back to my human form. I wincing at the eight furrows I put in his back.

My brother Alex or Alexander River next alpha of the River Wind pack. Shifts an strides up to me. It is obvious he had come straight from his bed. Cause he's dressed in only a white tank top and black basketball shorts his favored katana sheathed in hand.

No we don't go around butt naked. An while clothing is optional at a lot of the pack gatherings. We are not a shy people when it come to nudity and we are a touchy feely bunch thanks to are wolves.

Now how are weapons, armor, and clothes that stay with us through both non-human forms. That is a mystery to me. It has something to do with the old magic's an ancient times when we fought the other race's that have since left this realm and have become the stuff of myths and legends.