Fighting for Fate

Chapter 6

Lara's point of view-

I felt the panic begin to rise within me as I stared at the three wraiths. What do I do? The book had said that if you touch a wraith, you die, and I certainly did not want to die. I didn't know if weapons had any effect on them but it wouldn't matter since I didn't have any to begin with. So I did the only thing I could think of, I ran.

As I ran toward the stretch of woods that was to my left I looked behind me to see that the wraiths were following behind but they weren't following close enough to shift. I didn't want to loose my bag and clothes anyways.

Still beads of nervous sweat ran down my forehead and inside I wanted to crawl up in a corner and pretend that none of this had ever even happened. But that wasn't an option. I needed to survive, for everyone I left in Washington and also for myself. I hadn't come this far and found out this much to die now.

I stopped paying attention to where I was going until I heard a loud vicious snarl. I looked behind me and instead of finding three wraiths, there was a large red wolf stalking me, and when I say large I mean large. Werewolves were larger than regular wolves and this wolf was probably the same size as Aaron's, which being an alpha was bigger than the typical werewolf. He was like a Great Dane!

God, why couldn't the universe go easy on me. He didn't smell like a rogue which was probably a bad thing considering I probably just entered their territory. Well, shit. A rogue would've been easier to fight.

"Ah, listen, I'm really sorry, but I didn't mean to come onto your territory and if you would be so kind as to let me go that would be greatly appreciated," I said with a nervous chuckle. This was really just a last ditch effort, once you enter another packs territory uninvited there was little chance that you would leave intact. Especially since I believed that I was currently in Argint pack territory. The wolf snarled again and soon two other growling wolves snuck up behind me. The red wolf went behind the nearest tree and returned with shorts on. He was tall and muscled. He looked skilled, having the grace of a seasoned warrior but after calculating all this I still believed I would be able to take him in a fight. Just not a fight with two other warrior wolves. His hair was auburn like his fur and I could feel the power rolling off his shoulders. It would make a lesser wolf cower.

"Sorry, but you're not going anywhere. You are now a prisoner of the Argint pack," he said passively as if I was of no real concern. Oh heck no, I wouldn't go without a fight. As the man in front of me talked the two wolves behind me shifted and put on shorts as well.

"And who are you? You certainly aren't Alpha or probably Beta. You may be powerful but not enough for a pack this size." I state trying to buy myself time to come up with a plan.

His face is stoic, not giving me anything as he says, "You're right. I'm third in command. But this doesn't change the fact that you will be going with us. Now."

As he says this I spot an opportunity from a lower hanging branch. I knew that even though he could feel my much greater power that he would underestimate me, giving me a better chance at surviving this fight. He stalks towards me and I can feel the two other men closing in as well. Soon enough he's about three feet in front of me and I spring into action.

I jump up and grab the rough branch. My legs kick out and wrap around his head. I twist my hips and his whole body goes flying to the right. He hits a tree and crumples to the ground. I hear the shouts of surprise from the wolves behind me as they rush forward to help their third in command. I knew I had to be quick if I wanted to get away, they probably already linked to the pack for back up. I used my impending backwards momentum to twist my body and grab the branch again making it so I was facing my two other attackers. You know if they would've just let me go then this would have been so much less painful for them.

I flip up onto the branch in a squat position at last moment and it takes them a few seconds to find me. I use these few seconds to jump, tuck, and roll up behind them. I strike out and side kick the guy on my right in the temple. He falls to the floor with a thud. As fast as lightning I punch the last man standing in the face. He growls and swings at me but I duck and knee him in the groin. Simple but effective. He falls to the ground whimpering in pain before I knock him out with one last blow to the head.

I pick up my satchel that had fallen during the fight and do a little happy dance. My father would be proud of me if he saw how I took down those giant pansy's. Toughest pack my ass.

When I come back to reality I note that I was surrounded. Well shoot, I guess that was a poorly timed happy dance. A chorus of menacing growls fills the air but I don't benefit them with cowering. I raise my hands in surrender. I may be a kickass fighter but there is no way I would be able to single handedly fight around twenty wolves and live.

A she-wolf with light brown hair and lots of freckles runs out towards the third in command. "Hunter!"

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Hunter was slowly rising to his feet. I must have done a number on him.

"Well that was an excellent show of skill but it looks like you will still be coming with us." Hunter holds the she-wolf protectively at his side. When I look at him he surprisingly doesn't look angry. I thought I would have seriously damaged his pride but he still barely looks phased like I didn't just serve his ass to him on a silver plater. This pack was weird.

I don't say a word as a man wearing leather gloves and holding silver cuffs comes up to me. Well they're in for a surprise. I look over the crowd as he puts the cuffs on me not needing to see their reaction to know what it'll be. I can feel the cold metal touching me but it doesn't burn my flesh like it should. After a few seconds I here a few gasps. Hunter walks up to me and takes a long whiff of my scent.

"I can tell that you're a shifter so why isn't the silver burning?" He looks accusatory. His hard features remain that way but with the addition of innocent confusion.

"I'm not sure." Which was the truth. I didn't know why I was like this. I only knew of one other person like me. Aaron.

Hunter stares at me skeptically and then yells, "take her to the holding sell."

Two different burly men walk over to either side of me and roughly grab my arms. Their tight, merciless grip would definitely leave a bruise. As they push and shove me toward my prison without giving me time to catch up to their longer strides I could feel the heavy, hate filled stares of the Argint wolves around me. I knew for a fact that I was in for a world of pain.

Sorry for taking so long to update!