Copyright © 2008 Fionn Jameson
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Chaotic.
That was the only word that rose in my mind. The bat fell from my hands, and I couldn’t look away. Every wolf looked the same. How could they tell each other apart? It wasn’t as though they could talk. Could they?
At the edge of the floor, a flash of white danced before it disappeared under a heap of brown and black fur. Kieran was being targeted not only by Phoenix, but one of Phoenix’s pack mates.
He yelped, and I felt it pierce my heart as if someone shoved a dagger through that exact spot.
No.
Had to get there.
Had to help!
I kicked a large Were out of the way, and it hit one of the pillars at the edge of the dance floor. The pillar cracked, and the top leaned precariously over a pile of Weres duking it out.
“Kieran!”
I tripped over the body of a Were, its eyes glazed and blood already clotting from a massive slash across its neck. A big Were, and I hoped it wasn’t one of Kieran’s.
The sounds got worse. Screams, sounding far too human for my liking, echoed through the club, and I wanted to stuff my fingers into my ears. Anything to stop hearing those eerie cries. I was no stranger to pain, inflicting or receiving, but this kind of screaming...scared me.
Kieran yelped once more as Phoenix ripped savagely into his back with those gigantic claws, while his pack mate held Kieran down.
It was unfair. It was cowardly, and just fucking wrong, but since when did Phoenix actually adhere to any code of chivalry and fair play?
A huge Were, black fur tinged with red, lunged towards me, teeth and muzzle stained with someone else’s blood. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his ears. I hooked an arm around the Were’s neck, its claws scoring deeply into my back. But I didn’t, couldn’t feel the pain. I could only think of Kieran’s suffering. And this Were was keeping me away from him.
He was going to die for his foolishness.