My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

***"I'm getting Halloween vibes right now, Midge. What's with the orange and black smoke?"*** Lil asks.

***"At this point I am going to trust the magic that's helping us out and I will sit down and have it explain all the nuances to us later. I think I remember from the color clearing though that orange gave strength and a bunch of stuff like that and black was definitely protection."***

***"I will take both and thank the magic for me. We should name your magic since we seem to think of it as another sentient part of you." Jena laughs. "It's like you have another person in there with you and your wolf. We can't just keep saying 'it' when we mention it."***

I never thought of that, but she's right. I have started talking about my magic like I talk about my wolf.

***"Do you have a suggestion?"*** I ask, this time dodging a rogue wolf coming at me. This one easily went down with a broken neck. They shouldn't be this easy to take out. Especially with the numbers they have.

***"STEVE!"*** Lil shouts at us.

***"Why 'Steve?' Where the hell did that come from?"*** Jena asks as her wolf takes another chunk out of Vincent's arm. At this point he is just going to bleed to death fighting us.

***"Well, apparently Steve likes his name cause Skylar is on fire, literally."*** Sierra laughs at me.

these random f*ckers over. You

our veins. This is like old times, Working off each other's strengths and using every moment of opportunity to drive a damaging blow to the most vulnerable spot. He still hasn't shifted, we are tearing into his skin with our teeth and claws and he won't or can't shift. I'm not going to feel bad about it though. He chose to

but can't focus on all four of us at the same time and it is making him outwardly frustrated. I feel like I have endless energy and he is just getting weaker and weaker with each blow. There are still plenty of sounds around us. I wonder if reinforcements came in. Everything is moving so fast and yet so slow all at the same time. I don't dare look even though every fiber of my being wants me to force my wolf's eyes just enough for me to see my mates are alright. I can feel them, I know they are fine, but I can at least sympathize with their being angry earlier. I hate this feeling. The pull to

get him to his knees. Sierra has one arm, Lil the other in their mouths, he's too weak to fight us anymore. I don't believe for a second he's given up though. He's gone to so much trouble to get here, I don't think stopping is an option. We are all panting

will take this life for all her suffering. Before me, she was the one Vincent and Mike had chosen to carry on their bloodline. They killed her family because she's an Alpha female and took her from her home, then abused and r*ped her repeatedly. Causing the kind of trauma

and quakes. Static

ARE

ground is starting to

drop down to her belly. This time I do look

from everywhere. I can't tell if they are coming from