Her wolfs demands a wolf.., p.9
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Her Wolf's Demands: A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance (The Witch's Pack Book 2), page 9

 

Her Wolf's Demands: A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance (The Witch's Pack Book 2)
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  “Yep, you could say that,” I replied, happy that my voice was strong and indifferent.

  “You’re still pissed at me, aren’t you?”

  Ah, maybe I wasn’t as cool as I’d imagined. It wasn’t surprising, considering the circumstances. “You called me a freakoid in front of the whole coven. Sang it in a rap you’d made up about me, actually.”

  An amused scoff came from Rochelle, spiking my ire. I glared at her. So much for my new friend.

  “What can I say?” Fredrick sounded bored. “I was intimidated by you. You were clever and pretty, and the other girls hated you, so I had to fit in.”

  Flapping a hand, I pushed away the memories. It wasn’t worth holding a grudge anymore, even though his betrayal had cut deep into my teen soul. “Well, you can make up for it now.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “I… guess you’ve heard that I’m a hybrid by now?”

  His grunted affirmative was followed by chewing. “Sorry,” he said with a mouthful, “I made myself a sandwich to eat after our call. It’s been calling my name, and I couldn’t resist. I know you’re a hybrid. Proceed.”

  “So you might have also heard that I can kill you instantly if you betray me again.”

  Another amused snort from Rochelle and a bark of hilarity from Fredrick, despite his chomping.

  “I won’t betray you again,” he said. “Pinky promise.”

  Closing my eyes, I whispered a truth spell without feeling any guilt.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I hate the coven,” Fredrick replied. “I will not betray you. How can I help you destroy them?”

  Okay, he had passed the truth spell. His frustration with the coven would help me to rescue Bohdi.

  “I need to know how to break into the coven’s library at night.”

  His choke satisfied me a little too much, considering I wanted him on my side. Sometimes, payback could be the simple things, and then it could all be forgotten.

  “I can’t say I’m surprised,” he muttered, “your family has its reputation for being the naughty ones in the coven. I wonder if you’ll fit in better with the wolves. They seem to like rebellion.”

  A growl rose within Rochelle’s throat. Why did wolves have to have superpower hearing? The last thing I needed was for Fredrick to offend Rochelle. Her help would make life so much easier.

  “Frederick,” I warned.

  “Okay, okay.” His sharp snort of laughter was quickly squelched. “I’ll send you the door code to get in the back entrance. Once inside, use a freeze spell to disable the alarms. You’ll only have ten seconds to reach the box and stop them from going off.”

  “Sounds like you’ve done this before,” I muttered, amazed at how comfortable I felt speaking to him. Just like old times.

  His laugh was allowed to bellow this time, blasting into my ear. “What can I say? Love me some witch coffee, stolen from their pretty café. Not only that, I quite liked the idea of a juicy libido spell. Don’t ask.”

  A smile broke out, despite the urgency of the situation.

  “Anyway,” he pressed on, “remember, the coven think their magic is invincible. Once inside with the alarms off, there’s a barrier spell on the coven’s private entrance. A simple disabling spell, especially with your power, will take it down. Just… be careful.”

  “Fredrick, I owe you,” I said, getting up from where I perched on the edge of the bed and retrieving my pumps.

  “I’ll note down the IOU from the most powerful witch in Brighton.”

  “Hybrid-witch.” I sighed. “Get it right.”

  His chuckle cut off as he hung up. My tummy fluttered, butterflies making an appearance and setting my nerves on edge. It had no doubt been a while since Fredrick had broken into the library. Going there was a risk that could get me caught.

  Ertha had my familiar. Would she trust that I would stay away? Or had she set the whole thing up as a trap?

  “What are you thinking?” Rochelle interrupted my racing thoughts.

  I was standing, staring at the dark screen on my phone. Rochelle didn’t know the history between the coven and myself. She might not understand my hesitation.

  “Two things.” Grabbing up my denim jacket, I tugged it on. “I’m unsure whether Ertha would’ve cast a shit-ton of spells to keep me out.”

  Putting my phone in my pocket, I reached out my hand, my insides flip-flopping at the thought of seeing Bohdi again. My poor cat had been neglected, Ertha was right.

  Well, no longer.

  “And the second thing?” Rochelle frowned, gingerly placing her palm against mine.

  “There’s an innocent immature part of me who doesn’t want to betray the coven, even though they’ve betrayed me.”

  Before she could reply, I imagined the back entrance to the library. The room around us faded, morphing into a dark alley.

  “Fucking hell,” Rochelle whispered loudly, “that was insane. Can you take me anywhere? How about Barbados?”

  Cringing at her choice of descriptive word, I waved away her excitement and studied the back of the building. There was a plain green metal door that led into the rear of the university’s library. I had used this entrance once or twice before, usually when I wanted to avoid other witches who would gloat at me.

  “Simple enough,” I said quietly, urging Rochelle to follow me with a wave of a hand.

  Seeing my serious expression, she stepped behind me, her stance strong and ready, just in case there was a threat. A true wolf. I, on the other hand, had my arm raised, executing an unlocking spell.

  The click of the door gave me a zing of happiness. I wasn’t going to jinx it, but jeez, I was bloody good. Okay, just a little bit of gloating.

  “Stay behind me,” I whispered to Rochelle, who tucked her red hair behind her ear.

  I had to be extra cautious, just in case Ertha had pulled out all the stops. She would’ve either predicted that I would come for Bohdi – in which case, she’d be right – or she could’ve believed that I didn’t have the guts. Wrong.

  The door handle was cold, icy on my palm when I grabbed it and twisted it open. A small puff of air escaped from the crack, revealing silence as I listened for any movement inside.

  “No one’s there.” Rochelle’s words flew to me on the slight breeze, tickling my ear.

  Nodding my thanks, despite the fact that my own wolf hearing had already given me that clue, I stepped inside.

  The beeping of the alarm made my heartbeat thunder, pushing me to race to the keypad by the warden’s office door.

  Holding my breath, I typed in the code Frederick had given me, almost waiting for the loud siren to blast. Thankfully, it beeped three times before shutting down.

  Right, we had to move fast. Some alarms alerted the owner of the building, telling them that someone had entered. Frederick had clearly had time to get a coffee and a spell before leaving, which made me doubt that Ertha would bother, especially since they shared the building with the humans from the university campus.

  Rochelle slunk past me, sniffing the air like a dog. Ha, my dog jokes would now apply to me, which made them a little less funny.

  I followed her as she approached the door that led to the main library. Yanking it open, she thrust inside, not bothering to wait for me. I just about caught the door before it slammed shut. Jeez, if there was anyone hiding in the shadows, they would’ve heard us a mile away. I thought wolves were good at stealth.

  Almost tripping, I grabbed the she-wolf back and went in front, leading the way through the aisles of books. My hand stretched towards them, tempted to stroke the spines.

  On the rare occasions my father had brought us to the library, Drake and I had run down the aisles, dragging our fingers over the spines and leaving our magical imprint on the books. We’d found it hilarious.

  Ertha had been moderately irritated by us. Thinking back on it, our father had allowed us to get away with everything, too busy hooking up with women. I would’ve hated me too. Bratty kids who had no respect. And yet, that had changed since we’d been adults and made our own way. Not that it had mattered, Ertha still hated us.

  Our footsteps were light on the carpet as we approached the Staff Only door. This would be where it got interesting. There was bound to be a barrier spell or two.

  I wanted to get in, grab Bohdi, and teleport us out of there. I had no nostalgia when it came to the Brighton Coven’s headquarters.

  Closing my eyes, I extended my hands, palm out, and felt for the barrier. There, it was just in front of the door, pulsing with a heavy magic. It burnt my fingers as I pushed against it. Shit, it would’ve taken at least three elder witches to create the spell. They clearly believed that I might try and get Bohdi, and instead of taking a chance, they had bound him inside, locking it like Fort Knox.

  Tuning into the magic, I clamped my tongue in my teeth, almost balking when a great shimmering wall appeared in my mind’s eye. The colours were a shimmering rainbow, shadowy in their array over the door. My wolf senses were heightened, my honed vision finding a gap in the wall.

  Yes! There is was, the tiny fault in the magic. I pressed my fingers onto the door, right where the weakness floated. A sharp pain zapped my hand, jolting me. Air inhaled into my lungs as I pushed harder, inciting a disabling spell.

  The ethereal wall wobbled violently before dropping completely. A grin spread on my lips, expanding when I opened my eyes to see Rochelle staring at me, confusion furrowing her brow.

  “I just took down the barrier spell,” I whispered. “Let’s go.”

  Swinging the door open, I gingerly stepped into the main hall, keeping in the shadows of the small entranceway. Rochelle was on my heels, ready to fight. I was grateful to have her as backup, even if it was a little strange, considering we’d been enemies’ only hours before.

  Treading forward, I searched the shadows. A long beam of moonlight, shimmering down through a pretty domed skylight, lit the dim hall. There was no movement or sound, not near the coffee bar or the books. Good. It looked like it would be a clean run over to Ertha’s office.

  Except…

  A growl sounded in front of us as we emerged into the main hall. I searched the area, freezing when an ugly creature on four legs plodded into the centre of the moonbeam, its viscous sharp teeth snapping, once, twice. Fucking hell.

  “What the fuck is that?” Rochelle breathed, her hands clenched by her sides.

  Swallowing, I put my arm out to stop her moving forward as the beast stared at us, a long drop of drool slopping from the corner of its lips. Its red eyes studied us, the rumble in its chest growing louder.

  “It’s a hellhound,” I whispered, keeping eye contact with the beast. “A guard dog impervious to magic. Which means we’re fucked.”

  “Fuck.”

  Some situations in life called for an F bomb or two. This one deserved ten. At least.

  “So, what does kill it?” Rochelle’s voice was tight and squeaky.

  Swallowing down my rising panic with a gulp, I ignored the trickle of perspiration that slipped down my back. The heady smell of rot and dog breath wafted around my head as the beast pawed the floor, readying for an attack. What had Drake told me about hellhounds? Oh yeah. Run. Fast.

  Spinning, I shoved Rochelle towards the door. She squealed as a roaring howl rent the air.

  “Brute strength,” I shouted, grabbing the handle of the door and yanking hard.

  It stuck, trapping us inside. Of course, Ertha would’ve made sure that if someone did manage to get in, they couldn’t escape. Maybe she’d left the hellhound as an ironic middle finger to me. The hybrid wolf-witch gets ripped to shreds by a dog twice the size of her.

  “Shift!” Rochelle called, stepping away from me.

  Turning, I threw up my arm, casting a barrier spell that stopped the oaf of a beast from ploughing into us. His head smashed into an invisible wall, the knock startling him for a second.

  We were trapped in the tiny entranceway, between the spelled door and a great huffing evil creature who wanted to chomp on our bones.

  “I thought you said magic didn’t work on it?” Rochelle tugged off her pretty cami top and threw it on the floor.

  Shaking my head, I clasped my vibrating chest, trying to calm my racing heart. “It doesn’t, but a powerful barrier spell might keep him at bay for a little while. What are you doing?”

  Her clothes were now shoved in the corner, leaving her completely naked. She glanced over at the hound, who thrust himself against the invisible wall, snapping and snarling.

  “We’re wolves, we need to play the dog at his own game. The only difference is that we have pack mentality, so we can work together.” Tying up her gorgeous red locks, she shrugged.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? You want to fight him?”

  “Have you got any better ideas? Release the barrier spell, let me distract handsome doggy while you shift. We’ll run around him, tiring him out before I go for his neck. It’s time for you to get dirty.”

  A wicked grin crossed her lips as she dropped to her knees and instantly started to shift. Her face elongated at the same time as her body did, bones crunching and cracking. Within seconds, she was a wolf, her bright red fur more like a fox.

  The crazed beast hesitated, drawing back from my wall. He sniffed the air, his red eyes following Rochelle as she stretched, looking like she had all the time in the world.

  Maybe she loved the adrenaline that came with a fight. Me, on the other hand, I was the girl who ran away when conflict was brewing.

  Looking up at me, Rochelle grunted, thrusting her muzzle towards the beast, who pawed the stone flag tiles again.

  Getting to my knees, I opened my palm, releasing the barrier spell. As soon as it was down, Rochelle shot through, ducking to the left of the beast and disappearing.

  My muscles tensed as I willed my shift, my teeth clenching as my bones cracked and fur pushed from my skin. My eyes were closed tight shut, just in case the hellhound came after me. I didn’t want to see his slobbery mouth descend on my head, ready to crunch it in its jaws.

  The shift was over in seconds, the speed of it making my stomach roll. Shaking myself, I swallowed down the bile that rose in my throat, determined not to attract the hound’s attention.

  Rochelle was running around the hall, past the coffee booths. Houndy turned in her direction, his hulking frame pushing off the floor and giving chase.

  My wolf heart pounded as I set off after them, my paws whacking against the stones. My pads were calloused, giving me purchase on the slippery surface.

  I didn’t really know what Rochelle wanted me to do, and yet, instinct kicked in. My teeth bared as I opened my mouth to pant. Houndy pounded the floor, getting a lollopy momentum. Just as Rochelle reached the end of the hall, she ducked behind the coffee counter. Houndy carried on, his huge frame too heavy to turn quickly. He slammed straight into the far wall, knocking a shit-load of books off the shelves.

  My heart hurt for the books, but an excited yelp burst from me as the beast shook himself before turning. His red eyes stared straight at me. Oh, my witchy days, he was fierce and scary and… I should’ve been moving by now.

  Spinning, I flicked out my tail and surged forward. My paws trotted, propelling me on as Houndy came for me. I didn’t dare look around, I knew I would drop to the floor and wolf cry, like a bitch. Just the thought of the hairy black creature with red eyes and a gawping drooling mouth made me shudder, let alone seeing him bearing down on me.

  As I approached the end of the room, I panicked. What if Houndy was a little more intelligent than I’d imagined? What if he’d caught on to our game?

  I still had to try.

  Slowing down slightly, I huffed, waiting until the last moment before shooting to the left. The loud crash behind me caught my attention, making me look around at our nemesis. He was on the ground, his head wobbling from side to side as he stumbled up. The wall behind him had a smear of blood and fur spread across it. Bloody hellhound, this was going to take forever.

  A flash of red launched from the railing above Houndy’s head. Rochelle landed on top of him, her paws slashing and her teeth snapping.

  The beast howled when a spurt of blood and mess burst from one of his red eyes. Shit, she had managed to puncture one of his eyeballs. Fuck yeah, what a kickass wolf.

  Emboldened by her bravery, I allowed my wolf spirit to take control. Without waiting for me to be ready, instinct moved my legs. I ran for the hound and pounced, landing on its back. My claws dug into its hide as I climbed up to his neck.

  He swung around, yelping as both Rochelle and I slashed him. I clung on, opening my mouth wide and digging my teeth into his scruff.

  Trying not to gag on the dirty fur, I bit down as hard as I could, piercing my canines through his skin. His yelp was loud as he thrust forward so hard, I was thrown over his head. His skin and fur ripped, dropping from my mouth as I slammed into the wall.

  Pain exploded in my head and side as I slumped on the floor. My vision blurred, black dots dancing in my eyes, almost taking me under. I shook my head, checking to see if Rochelle was still-

  She went flying past me, landing in a heap and huffing out a breath.

  “Della?” Malone’s deep voice echoed around the library hall.

  My gaze searched for him, skipping past the hellhound, who had been stalking towards us, his breath huffing hard. At the sound of other intruders, he stalled, his head turning slowly.

  There. My alpha was by the entrance door, his gaze drinking in the situation. My heart calmed, somewhat soothed by his presence. His tight white shirt was dirty and his dark short hair, grey. No, wait, that was dust littering his head.

  “Shit!”

  Manual thrust over the broken door, backtracking when he saw the one-eyed hound. Malone’s arm shot out, gripping Manual’s shirt and tugging him back into the room.

  I was forgotten now, the beast and the newcomers focusing on one another. Hobbling to my paws, I went to Rochelle and nudged her gently. She stirred but didn’t open her eyes. I didn’t blame her, I was tempted to play dead until the beast just went away. Not that she would pretend, she was clearly in pain. I had to help her.

 
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