Day of Reckoning

Zayla

I almost fall off the cliff before I realize what’s happening, but I roll right at the last second as the wolf lands on me.

The rogue wolf on top of me is snapping at my face. Bringing my fist up, I punch the rogue in the face. The action catches him off guard and allows enough air to breathe as my wolf rips out of me.

My transformation is quick, and before they even have time to react, my wolf is grabbing hold of their neck while we’re still underneath.

The rogue is thrashing around. His claws digging into my stomach and sides have pain ripping through me harder than the blood that’s now dripping from me.

But I don’t let go—instead I continue to rip his throat out. His body is still trying to fight me while he bleeds out before finally choking on his own blood.

His body falls on top of mine. We’re hurt and weak from the torn flesh of our abdomen.

Trying to get out from under the now-dead wolf, I don’t even notice the rest of the rogues that are now surrounding me.

No, I don’t notice them until I try to stand up after struggling to get free and falling to the ground in a painful huff.

Their growls catch my wolf’s attention. There’re at least thirteen rogues standing before me, all of them ready to attack at any moment.

On shaky legs, we try to stand. The movement sends wave after wave of pain through every torn nerve.

My wolf whimpers out but stands fully upright. We’re bleeding badly, but she holds her ground, snarling at them through the pain.

Which they take as a challenge as they all attack at once. My wolf dodges a few of them, using our speed to attack them while also making a run for it around them.

The goal is to avoid their fucking claws until the wounds we already have start healing. But thanks to this fucking mark on our neck, now they heal slower.

If Soren and I had fully marked, I would have been healed instantly. But half marks slow the healing to an almost-human pace.

My quick movements around the field have me avoiding most of their teeth, but also have me wearing down. I manage to take down at least eight more of them before my body starts slowing.

The pain is becoming too much to handle, and I can’t help my drunken movements as we try to continue to push our bleeding body harder.

This causes an opening for one of the rogues to jump on me, shoving my face into the dirt.

My wolf and I scream as all five remaining wolves bite into our skin, pulling and ripping the flesh.

The pain becomes far too much to bear, and has our wolf retracting, leaving us naked in our human form.

The wolves stop biting at our flesh once we’re fully back to our human self, but they continue to snap their teeth in our face.

I’ve lost so much blood I can barely see, my mind drifting in and out of consciousness…

Until I hear the distinct sound of bones snapping, a wolf transforming into their human form.

My eyes are far too heavy to open, but once the sound stops, I feel it.

A hand on my leg.

The hand clamps down right above my thigh. I whimper out at the skin-on-skin contact.

My whimper is met with a chuckle, and then those same hands run along my cheek. I can feel the man’s knee touch my hip, and it has my whole body jerking away and my legs locking closed with all the strength I have left.

“It’s such a shame we have orders to kill you. You would have made a beautiful whore.” His fingers trail down my face to my neck.

“You have such a beautiful body. How about you stay alive long enough that I can play with it? Hell, I might even play with it after,” he chuckles out while I cry.

I cry fucking hard.

His hand is still trailing slowly down my neck. Right when he’s about to touch my nipple, his fingers barely grazing my areola, I feel him being ripped away.

Snarls and yelps of pain bleed through the trees. The sounds of the wolves that were guarding me taking off in the opposite direction has me putting whatever strength I have left into rolling over.

When my eyes finally clear enough through the tears to see what’s happening, I spot the most demonic thing I’ve ever seen.

The wolf in front of me has his mouth filled with the head of the man who I’m assuming was touching me, and another wolf fighting for its life under its paw.

Its paw that happens to be glowing bright red and looks like it’s melting into the rogue’s flesh.

Scanning his body, I notice that his fur is charred, yet his body underneath is visible.

Fire is burning underneath his matted fur. It’s moving and lighting up his veins like it’s his blood.

He looks like he’s made out of lava—his fur takes on the effect that lava gets as it cools.

His eyes could put a forest fire to shame: the solid-black irises show no emotions and no color except the torch that’s lit through them.

A literal fire is burning in his eyes.

I’ve never seen anything like it before in my whole life.

And I should be scared. Fuck, I should be terrified.

But I’m not.

Staring at this wolf, has my mind so calm. So at peace that my brain finally starts shutting down.

The last thing I see is his wolf, and that has me fading into the nothing with a smile on my face, because I know that beast.

I know it like I know my own reflection, like I know my own soul.

That beast, that demonic wolf.

That is my Soren.

And fuck is he beautiful!