Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]

Chapter 46: Twenty Floors Up

Allen

Isaac was impressive, but he didn't seem that much stronger than Donovan. I swung him across the room, but there was an intense feeling in my chest, like something was pushing against it. It felt like my entire body was heating up, so I transformed back to normal. The feeling subsided just as Isaac got to his feet, now towering over my human body.

"You're not going to win," I raise my voice so he could hear me, forgetting that he had special hearing.

"I'm a werewolf and I have magic. You should know better."

Isaac tore off part of the ceiling, and flung it towards me. I blasted it with an explosion and it flew out the window.

"I don't think I can beat you," said Isaac, through his full wolf form.

"But I can make you pay!"

He charged towards me and I transformed back into my wolf form to counter his attack, picking him up and lifted him off the ground, just to slam him down behind me. I tried to speak as he did, but it mostly came out as howls and barks.

How did you do that? I asked him through a mental connection.
How can you maintain English in this form?

"Why does it matter to you?!" He roared as smacked me in the face.

Left, right, back and forth, I didn't have time to react. He had me backed against the wall, and I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I used my left leg to kick him back and get a little space, but he was one step ahead. He grab my leg as soon as I lifted it and dragged me to the floor. One hand at my throat to strangle me, he viciously clawed at my chest, tearing my flesh apart like a ripe fruit.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. All I saw was darkness as stars as my chest exploded with pain like an uncontrollable forest fire. Then suddenly, his nightmarish snout covered with my blood, he stopped to catch his breath.

Tired? I thought.  Already? He's not used to this. He hasn't done this in a while, and this smoke can't be making it easy. This may be the chance I need-

"TO DO WHAT?!" Isaac roared, spraying my face with his spit with each word. He heard me. I wasn't even trying to let him hear me, but he did.

He took his right hand dug it deep into my chest, causing me to scream in agony. He got to his knees and pulled me up with the hole in my chest, closing his fist so the ends of his claws jutted out of a slightly higher part of my sternum. He leaned his lupine head closer toward mine and growled.

"How does it feel? This is for Donovan, Marissa, Jamie, and all those other werewolves you killed in there!"

I could feel myself slipping, slowing reverting back to human. I didn't even notice the uncomfortable feeling I had earlier because of all the pain. I can't let myself turn back into human now. I tried my best to look smug, and smiled.

"I really haven't even killed them yet. Yes, their hearts may not be beating, and their brain may be dead, but I know they can be resurrected by the full moon."

Isaac's eyes widened, and I noticed fear, even on his wolfish face.

"They wouldn't even want that." He murmured. "Death is better."

"I'm glad you agree," I told him. "Because when I was finished I was going to burn every single one of them into ash."

That infuriated him. He threw me up through the ceiling and I went straight through to the roof. Blood and tears were blocking my vision, so I couldn't see much of the sky, but I could tell it had gotten darker. The sun had set. It was officially night.