My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

***"Careful, he's worse."*** I call back to her as we charge him.

I can get more leverage in my wolf form. I don't think there is any way we would survive in human form, but it would be nice to just punch him in the throat, just once. We are fully engaged now, biting and clawing at anything available. He is responding with just as many hits and kicks. The ones that make contact really suck, but our fire is scalding his bare skin when it comes into contact with our fur. So, now we are working on shredding his clothes to gain as much skin contact as possible.

***"You are dooming all of your loved ones, just to stay alive. How can you live with yourself being so selfish? Give me what I want and I will set them free."*** His silky metallic voice coats my thoughts.

***"I don't think any of the wolves fighting for you right now would consider themselves free."*** Don't let him bait me. Don't let him bait me. Don't let him bait me.

***"You are the host of powers you are not worthy to wield and don't even understand. You don't deserve to have them. Hand them to me, willingly and your pain will be minimized."***

about killing me while fighting me at the same time? Another backhand to our face tells me this is a trademark move and

badly that he can't use me, but he is a masochist. He has a gleam in his eye every time he strikes me and draws blood. My wolf and I are holding on, but it's just us again, while the rest of

your witch,

won't go down any other way. He hates

fullest lengths. The slash we rip down his side sends him into a screaming fit. Landing behind him we turn so he is never out of our

it and dodge only to be hit with the other hand following through this time. He's learning as fast as we are. My wolf hits the ground and he jumps, using the momentum to pin us down. His hand on our throat sends me

to stop them either. No matter how hard we train or study or work, it's