Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 85: 84 - Friends With Heroes

I can tell we're wearing him down.

I know that because he pulled out new daggers, but these were different.

They're curved, almost hook like, and black and shiny. Glistening with their deadly poison overcoat.

They were attached to him with laces up his arms so his hands and claws were still useful.

My heightened vision zeroed in on the new, especially deadly weapons, and they glared back.

My fangs grew even further out of my gums instinctually, as my senses registered the new threat.

"Get back!" I told the group. "They're poisoned. If you get one cut you're dead."

They all held their ground, poised to attack.

Stupid idiots.

Why do I make friends with heroes? They always pull sh*t like this.

I'm aware I'm a hypocrite. You don't have to tell me. Just let me complain.

They kept fighting, Wolfie and happy changing into their wolf forms to try a new angle. I tried to take the

brunt of the attacks because of my tolerance to the poison.

About time I make up for totally freezing and being useless for the first half of the fight.

It became less of a fight and more of everyone dancing around the blades to avoid imminent death.

Which I would definitely prefer.

I, on the other hand, got a little more ballsy with my advances.

The more danger that comes near my friends, the more the fire that the bomb left inside me flares.

My talent became less of a warning instinct in the back of my head to stay away from the threat, and

more of a gnawing need to attack and extinguish the threat from existence. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

My morals are out the window as I sliced his warrior's knife across his stomach while he was distracted

with stopping Marco from pulling out a gun.

He was successful, but One hand flew to the bleeding wound while his other one shot out return the

favor.

He's getting frantic.

I grabbed his arm before he could make contact and used his momentum to flip him on his back. In a

frenzy myself, I re-gripped the knife and tried to stab it into his eye.

Preferably multiple times.

But that didn't happen.

He reached one arm up to stop the murder weapon from piercing his eye.

Buzz kill.

And the other shot out towards my neck to tear me off of himself, but I sunk my teeth into the flesh of

his hand before he could reach me.

I crunched my jaw down hard until I heard the bones in his hand crack under my fangs.

He roared, and his grip on my stabbing hand loosened.

Big mistake.

Not as big as attacking my friends, but it opened me up to shove it down further.

I missed his eye, but I managed to cut through the skin on his cheek.

I watched the blood leak out like dark sludge. My gums pulsed with the impulse to feed now that I get to

see it so up close and personal.

Not because I'm hungry, but because I want to feed from my enemy. To take something from him and

use it for my own good.

Well. . . I don't want that. It's what the monster that gets awakened when my talent completely takes

over wants.

I held back though, knowing his blood would taste absolutely atrocious.

The way his skin reddened and started to blister around the gash gave even more reason to hold back.

He's not even immune to his own poison. Resistant, but not immune. This is the first time I've seen the

damage this knife has done without it being covered by his clothes.

So he really isn't indestructible. . . He can be beaten.

He wasn't very happy about my new revelation. He ripped his hand from my fangs and wrapped it

around my neck. We flipped around violently, so he was on top, and his claws dug into my throat.

I screamed and thrashed around, but a giant dark blur flashed in front of me and the weight of The

Hybrid King disappeared.

I choked when I tried to suck in too much air at once, but still had it in me to panic when I realized

Wolfie was the one that tackled the monster off me.

I forced myself up and raced after them.

Happy followed, but The Hybrid King grabbed him by the arm he swung at him with and threw him off

the edge of the hill.

I watched him tumble down the rocky decline with wide, red eyes, but Jason's — or Malaki's? — cries

stole my attention.

I glanced over just in time to find Wolfie's mouth clamping shut around The Hybrid King's arm. Wolfie

shook his head back and forth, thrashing The Hybrid King around violently.

I felt pride, and almost let myself feel relief at the sight.

But then I saw the black knife slice across Wolfie's stomach.

There's no more bomb left to go off. There's no more violent fire stored away that's not already

coursing through my veins. There's no new violent instinct left to come alive and give me more

motivation.

So there was no time wasted in waiting for and processing all of that.

Wolfie shifted back into human form with his weird magical shorts still on, and I ran over to him as The

Hybrid King shifted into his own ugly @ss animal state.

The others cut the knives from his legs while he didn't have hands and held him off, while I fussed over

Wolfie.

He tried to sit up and reach for my face to caress and probably say some sappy sh*t, but we don't have

time for that stuff.

I was too late for Desi.

And I don't even know if this will work, or what it will do to me.

But I'll be d@mned if I don't try.

I held him down and squeezed his shoulder tight. Partially to comfort him, but also to calm myself.

This is going to work.

It has to.

I bent down without any explanation, there's no time for that.

I sunk my fangs into the formerly soft skin of his stomach, where the torn skin is surrounded by angry

red blisters and the beginnings of black veins. I don't know if I needed to, but this is the only way I know

He yelled out profanities and struggled in my grip, but I held on.

I'm sorry I'm hurting you, but I can't let you die.

I've never sucked venom or poison from a person, but I have sucked blood.

Hopefully it's similar enough.

The poison mixed with his blood hit my tongue, and actually managed to ruin the irresistible taste of my

mate's blood.

Thank the goddess. Now I don't have to worry about starting and not being able to stop.

I sucked more poisoned blood from his wound and was instantly reassured further not being able to

stop is not going to be a problem.

My tongue and gums started to burn, and the taste of my own blood started to fill my mouth.

I released his wound and spit out the painful and foul contents of my mouth, but then went right back to

work. I only caught a glimpse of what I had in my mouth, but it was black and reminded me of liquid

death.

Fitting for what's caused the destruction of so many, I suppose.

Despite the burning and searing I feel, all I can think about is keeping this up.

I have to keep going.

He has to live.

I hate to say it, but every time he curses, screams, or winces in pain, a spark of joy runs through me.

It's a sign that he's alive. It's a sign that I haven't lost him yet.

I drained as much tainted blood from his wound as I could, then spit.

Again and again and again and again.

Screw you hybrids.

One slice of a knife resulted in I don't know how many pints of infected blood.

But then, at one point, the blood started tasting like blood.

I could feel smoother and smoother liquid run over the open sours in my mouth.

I nearly cried out of joy.

There's the heavenly taste I've had before. There's the life I knew was still in him.

I tore myself off him before I could get carried away.

He looked at me panting with nothing but love in his eyes.

There was also shock and remnants of the terror that comes with impending death, but mostly love.

He held the side of my face with the hand that wasn't helping support himself in a semi-upright position.

"I love you." He said what we were both thinking.

I smiled. "I love you too."

"If you two start making out right now I'll let this hybrid @sshole have you, I swear to the goddess

above."

I rolled my eyes at her comment and shook my head vehemently.

We WERE NOT about to make out.

My mouth is a bloody, disgusting, painful mess. He's lucky he got a smile and gurgled 'I love you' out of

it.

"Sure you weren't," Brandon grumbled in response to my head shake while dodging The Hybrid King's

fangs.

I sighed and got to my feet, but not before swiping the hair out of Wolfie's face and planting a chaste

bloody kiss on his lips.

I stood with the group surrounding the king.

At the sight of me he seemed to do a double take.

His giant wolf head whipped to find Wolfie less dead than he intended.

That's right. You failed.

His nostrils flared as he growled his rage over his failure to kill my mate like he intended. His failure to

kill any of us, really.

After that, I actually witnessed The Hybrid King shift his foot backwards. Away from us.

. . . He's going to run.

He's going to retreat.

Before any of that though, he ripped open a pouch held by a string around his wolf's waist with his

teeth.

He turned back to us and roared. His fangs now dripping with the poison he's used to kill the people I

love.

The dark color of the poison mixed with his own blood. The new, mixed, substance now slid down his

teeth and out the corners of his mouth grotesquely.

The Hybrid King's wolf gave one last resounding growl before he took off in the direction of our pack.

I instantly knew what he planned to do.

He plans to masacre as many people as possible with his new ivory weapons.

And there's no way in h3ll I'm letting that happen.

This ends now.