Chapter Five
Song: Hi-Lo by Bishop Briggs
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Bishop's Point of View
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My eyes met hers. Her red orbs holding my gaze as her body shook violently.
"If your so strong. Come beat me then." I taunted. She needed to learn respect for a former alp -.
"Your not worth it!" She shouted as her red orbs started to fade to a charcoal black.
I tsked and turned.
"I could do this blind folded." I spat cockily.
The sound of ripping fabric hit my ears and I smirked as I felt the jagged clothe of her clothing cover my eyes.
I turned with vision black.
I could sense her anger.
It was strong - but not like mine.
"1." She started.
"2."
"3."
Her feet ran heavily against the ground and I felt my eyes narrow under the clothe.
I slammed my palm up into her nose hopefully breaking it. She yelped and her movement told me she staggered back.
I chuckled at the memory. Quite the funny one since I won.
She was never the one standing over me with her foot pushing my face in the mud.
It was the other way around.
My muddy boots making her face kiss the dirt.
I spluttered more of my own blood as it dripped down my chin making me look like a blood sucker.
And then my violent coughing fit once again returned with it evil plan of making me puke my guts out.
The room I was staying in just smelled of death and blood.
The blood soaked the corners. The walls. Hell, even the ceilings.
Suddenly light flooded the room and I squinted to adjust my eyes to the bright light.
"Who are you?" I shivered as his voice rung in my ears like music.
"Why do you care? Any minute I'll have my head decapitated!" I spat my voice hoarse and I choked on my own saliva and coughing.
He growled making my wolf's tail wag at his protective nature.
I tsked making my wolf snarl angry at me.
He'll kill us first chance he gets. Just watch.
I let my voice be harsh towards hers.
No! He's our mate! He will do no such thing!
She spat making me recoil as she paced and blocked our connection.
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