Summer Cursed

I heard the crack of his jaw breaking as blood flew from his mouth. He recovered and charged me. I moved to the side, clotheslining him with my arm and knocking him back a few steps. This guy was stronger than Chris and Charles. I had my work cut out for me. Still pissed about my house, I was looking forward to taking my anger out on him.

“You assholes burned down my home,” I said ducking under his punch and landing one in his gut.

“That’s not all we’re going to do. Wait ‘til you see what’s in store for you.”

I felt a wave of his energy and shook my head, pointing to the streak. “Oh honey, you don’t want to shift. Trust me, my wolf will tear your fucking throat out.”

“Screw you,” spat the Spring packmate, but he reined in his wolf.

He screamed as he ran at me. I let him take me down this time, gave him a brief glimmer of hope before flipping us over to straddle him. He sneered at me as he raised his arm to show me the knife. I shook my head again and with blurring speed grabbed his hand.

“You think stabbing me will help you?” I pulled the hand holding his knife forward until the tip touched a spot above my breast. With a smile I pushed his hand a little more, drawing a bead of blood. “Go ahead. Try it.”

“You’re fucking crazy!”

I leaned in closer to him. “Ya know, you’re probably right, but you’re the idiot who attacked the crazy cursed bitch, so what does that make you?”

He lay there frozen with fear. It wafted off him in undulating waves. Tears filled his green eyes as sweat formed on his forehead, making his already dark blond hair even darker.

“Are you fucking crying?” I asked, in genuine shock. “You’re ruining all the fun.”

Tired of playing with the pathetic mutt, I sighed and crushed his hand until he dropped the knife then grabbed his injured arm to pull him to his feet.

“Let’s go. And don’t screw with me on the way or I’ll really kick your ass.”

As I dragged him through the trees into Liam’s yard, Philip came strolling out to meet us.

“Ah, I see you’ve got another one,” he said grimacing at the man who was still blubbering. “Nice catch.”

“Thanks. Where can I put it?”

“Follow me.”