Femalefriends.
I have girlfriends...
The only one who isn’t spoken for is Declan, but we don’t need him.
Screw him.
We may have all joined forces, but we’re still outnumbered. We have the beautiful Persephone and her team to deal with, too. Her handsome, dark-coated mate protects her from Brent, his own fur fluffing up.
He’s a beta too, so he and Brent are evenly matched. But it’s two betas against one.
Agatha and Jamal—I think that’s the Eastern Pack’s beta’s name—will rip him to shreds.
It’s inevitable. As much as I would love to play the damsel a little longer, I can’t let them fight for me.
Silver and I seem to be of one mind as she rises shakily to her paws, wincing at the wound in our neck.
One of those puny males did a number on our throat.
He will pay.
We all face off in a wolf version of a Mexican stand off—minus the guns—and despite how outnumbered and downright terrified I am, I’m shaking with excitement.
It happens in slow motion.
Agatha swoops in, aiming for my mate’s neck. But just before I’m about to come to his aid, he dodges to the left, and the sound of clashing wolf teeth echoes through the forest.
All hell breaks loose. Wolves clash, fangs and claws bared as it becomes a bloodbath. Fur and blood flies everywhere, the sound of snarls and growls ripping through the air.
Some bitch from the Eastern Pack comes at me next, and I swat her away like she’s a bothersome fly.
My pretty claw marks mar her furry face the moment she hits the ground. Another bitch comes for me, but I kick her with my back legs, sending her flying through the air.
Why are all the bitches coming for me? Where’re the men! Give me some men to fight...
My prayers are answered. A male of the Eastern Pack flies at me, but I knock him out too, fastening my teeth around his scruff like the silly pup he is. I don’t draw blood though, because I’m feeling nice.
But it will only be a matter of time until I have to.
The fighting goes on. Wolf fur dots the forest floor in all sorts of colors, and it looks like someone had a run in with a pair of shears.
Ylfa, look out!
Patrick swoops in and saves me from another Eastern Pack bitch, and I turn his way.
Thanks.
He nods then joins the fray again, and I can’t believe it. My former nerd and book worm fighting...
And he was so scared before.
Paddy is on fire. He’s shouting demands back and forth with Brent and Hunter, and I’m in awe at seeing the three of them working together.
The others follow suite easily. Chelsea and Annabel work in harmony. While Annabel plays the part of the sweet little puppy, Chelsea swoops in and attacks when they hesitate.
Tiff is as deadly as fire. Her bright red fur burns like flames as she takes down every wolf in her path. She even has enough strength to take down some of Agatha’s pack, and those bitches are big.
I hate to admit it: but if only Natasha were here. She may be the biggest bitch of all, but we could do with her right about now.