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Chapter Three- SecretNotUndercover

"What's up Bonnie?" I ask gently, tilting my head when she hesitates by biting her lip.

"Tristan's in your room."

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All of the breath leaves my body and my mind stumbles, trying to get breath back into my lungs. Fear clutches me everywhere, and a fierce protectiveness comes over me for my younger sister. I let out a short, quick breath, thinking about what to do. 

"I'm sorry, are you mad? He asked if he could talk to you because he said he wanted to apologize, and he wouldn't go away. I let him in like mom tells me to, and he said he'd wait in your room. I know you don't like people in there, but I didn't know what to say! I'm sorry." She looks like she's about to cry, so I give her a tight squeeze.

"Oh no, Bonnie. I'm not mad at all, okay?" My voice is tight. I swallow, trying to ease the tension.  

"I do need you to go over to Rachel's for a while. I'll come get you when you can come back, but it has to be me. If anyone else tries to come and get you, you do not go with them. No matter what they say, okay?" I give her another hug and push her out the door, grateful that she has a best friend next door.

"Well that was heartwarming." His sarcastic voice croons behind me.

I spin, heart rushing in my ears. When he takes a step forward, I want to step back, but my wolf takes control and shifts. Clothes tear as my bones pop and crack into their new place. I'm not very big, but I'm more powerful now, letting my wolf run in the woods more often.
She stands firm, unyielding as Tristan get's closer. I didn't let her come out before with him, but I let her now, and she's angry. 

"Oh, how cute, you're letting your wolfie out. I can't wait to play with her again." He sounds just like a child with his favorite toy, but you can't be mistaken for what he wants from me. He looks my wolf up and down, biting his lip. Lust dilates his eyes and my wolf doesn't like it.

"This time I'm gonna make sure you take it all conscious. I want to see you squirm."

My wolf openly growls at him even though I can feel a permanent fear pulsating inside of us, remembering. 

She takes a predatory step, and he actually looks scared. After a proud moment, I realize it's not us that's scaring him. Behind me, Blake's wolf stands looking absolutely feral. 

I must not have heard him come through the garage.

Blake's wolf is three times bigger than mine with the midnight blue family fur color, fading to gray. His normally light blue eyes are an intense shade of black, white teeth contrasting sharply.

The growl that rips out of his throat is strong and not a warning. Tristan doesn't even try to fight him. Instead, he bows his head, jaw clenching. Blake shifts, his naked form toned and more muscular than Tristan's ever has been. 

"Don't you ever touch my sister! Either one of them. If you do, I'll personally rip out your throat and let the pack have at you." He snarls each word, striding to the entryway and opening the front door wide, still fully naked.

"Out." He commands. Tristan boulders to the door. As he passes me, he mutters what sounds like, slut. My wolf reacts too fast for him to do anything. Jumping on top of Tristan, she uses her body weight to take him down. He shouts, but she shuts him up by clawing at his face. She claws at every piece of skin visible. He screams in pain, but my wolf doesn't stop, remembering all of the times he left me worse.

'He deserves punishment. He deserves so much worse than this.' She roars.

I'm pushed to the back, my wolf taken full control. After a few minutes of non-stop clawing, Blake grabs my wolf my the nape of her neck. She tries to go back to getting her revenge on Tristan, but Blake holds her away until she let's me take control again. I shift, panting slightly, wanting to tear him to shreds.