Her Rogue

36. Getting all out

I was panting. This is not fun.

I hate this.

I hate it.

Hate!

I thought I was fit, but holy shit, I was completely destroyed after fighting both my brother and aunt together, then my grandma, followed by Lilith and Rosy. I got my ass kicked many times, but I would always win one way or another.

Everybody looked completely tired too. We haven't stopped since this morning and we haven't eaten anything. Thank Goddess, grandma just asked for food for us, but only because the kids were asking for food. She completely ignored when us adult asked for food.

She can be so mean sometimes.

Grandma looked super pleased about our exhausted asses. We looked like trash, faces red, sweating rivers, our clothes drenched.

My whole body was screaming. I have been hit in all the places and it is really not fun. How was this a normal practice in the past?

"Well, how are you feeling, Angel?" Olympe asks me, grinning, sitting beside me in the mat. I scoff, shaking my head and putting the damp hair in another ponytail.

"I feel like complete shit, thank you for asking, mamma," I snark up, trying to show my most candid smile out of all the sarcasm.

"Great, now it is time to fight Malcolm. So get up," I open my mouth to just close immediately after. Should I fight my grandma about her really dumb idea?

Yeah, maybe not. Let's just do what she asked. I am too tired to fight her over this.

I get up, sighing deeply again, not loving all this.

I crack my neck and get inside the ring while Malcolm started stretching again.

This is such a bad idea.

No shit, I say to Sybilla, gulping down the nervous knot that was now on my esophagus. This is not going to go smoothly.

"Remember, you can only shift when I tell you," My grandma says, giving me the cruelest smile I have ever seen in my whole life.

Uh-oh, I do not like this.

She is going to do something.

This is even worse than listening to her say 'I told you so'.

"Go!" And before I could even understand what was happening, I see Malcolm running to me. 

I duck right in time, extremely surprised by the whole sheer force of it. He slammed his fist on the ground where I was just standing.

I gasp at him, not expecting the anger that was coming from him.

"What are you doing?" I ask him in our link, trying to remain calm and duck the multiple punches he sends my way. 

He doesn't answer, but I do know he has received the message because immediately after he blocks me out of it.

Of course, I couldn't escape all of his punches, I get hit in the stomach.

I gasp again and glare at him.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I scream at him while stopping one of his punches that was going to the direction of my diaphragm. Trapping his arm, I knee him on the stomach, making him grunt.

He doesn't stop and punches me again, punching my kidney. 

I push him out of the way, making him fall on his butt and groan out in pain.

Kidney punches hurt. They can hurt a lot.

"So this is how you want to play?" I rhetorically ask him, Sybilla, and I getting furious by his new-found mutism and growl at him. "Then let's fucking play," I say thoroughly while he tries to hurt me again but this time I was ready to kick his ass.

I punch him on the throat, giving me time to kick him on the stomach, making his lungs spasms. 

His anger was distracting him from the fight, not letting his mind calculate what I was doing.

That is why you always have to have a clear mind while fighting, it gives you more ways to see the bigger picture of the fight. His wolf will always try to get out, while his human is trying to hurt me. 

Malcolm growls furiously at me and barks at my grandma behind me.

"Only Malcolm can shift," She says, immediately after Malcolm id transformed into his beautiful grey wolf. 

Oh... Shit.

Now, a thing everybody should know is that an angry wolf can be very lethal. So, all the things from above are completely out in the window.

"Mamma!" I growl at her, understanding perfectly what they were doing. 

This is Malcolm's revenge.

Great.

Just... Great.

His wolf snaps at me twice, licking his lips in anticipation.

I crack my neck again, getting ready to fight the angry motherfucker.

He jumps on me, slamming me on the ground, but I use that to hit him on his stomach with both of my feet, moving him out of the way. 

He tries again, this time anticipating my move and bites my arm, getting a bit of chunk of skin with him.

Oh... He is mad-mad. 

Not even the mating link will help me out on this one.

"Morgan! Jump in, against Angel! She needs a good ass kick today," My grandma says, murmuring the last part, knowing I would perfectly hear it. She was looking very pleased with the gash I know had on my right arm. 

Distracted by that, I get hit in the back. I groan and immediately hit the head of my mate before he could even try to do anything else.

But of course, I get in a chokehold with the help of my brother. What a happy day.

I try to elbow him multiple times but he expected that. So I used my last resort. Meaning I jumped using Malcolm's wolf body to do a 360 on my brother and knee him in the back.

You want to hurt me? Then you will have to do fast.

My brother turns and takes me by surprise hitting me on the nose. 

"Motherfucker!" I say while losing balance and my footing, slamming my body on the floor, eyes watering and nose bleeding profusely.

Both my mate and brother ready to attack again and pin me once and for all on the floor. I close my eyes, trying to calm my body in complete pain.

"Shift!" My grandma says and a newfound surge of energy entered my body, making Sybilla grin like a maniac and howl. Next time I open my eyes I am already transformed into my blood-hungry wolf. 

Morgan shifted again and we are all circling each other, impatiently waiting for the other to move.

Sybilla snaps at me and I jump at my mate hitting him with my paw on his head, making him lose balance and open my mouth to bite, but Morgan slams me on the floor.

I don't let him separate from me and stop him from moving by biting his ear with the force, making us both know that one wrong move he would lose it. I hear Lilith cry on the background, telling me to not hurt her mate.

My wolf rolls her eyes and lets it go but butt-heads before. I growl at him and demand for his neck, knowing that he won't I just bite him in the face and growl again.

But again, I am not that lucky and I see both Rosy's and Lilith's wolf going on my direction.

Well, now I know that I may not win this thing.

Nice.

And then my saving grace comes in: two wolves come in with a kart of food.

"Okay, yall win! I give up! I need food!" I said before jumping out of the ring and racing with both Aliénor and James to the food kart.

I am famished and I need this.