Chapter 78


    Chapter 78


    Alessia’s POV


    I whine as stones and probably a million other sharp objects dig into my back. Opening my eyes, I blink


    up at a pitch-ck sky, remembering everything that has happened in the past half hour, and then


    whining again.


    I can’t believe Zuri did all that. She forced herself on Caden, got rejected, got thrown out of his room,


    then finished it up by running into the woods and into what seems to be an attack.


    and


    I’m so mad at her but I have the sense to remember that isn’t the most pressing issue here. We’re


    under attack and our lives are at risk. Scolding her or keeping malice with her isn’t the way to go. We


    need to be united more than ever.


    ‘Zuri, we’re under attack. I call out.


    ‘Alessia, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to run away this far, she apologizes.


    ‘Not now. We’ll talkter. I’m seething mad but now isn’t the time for us to have this conversation.


    I lift from the ground, my ears straining as I try to pick up any sound that will lead me to where my


    attacker or attackers are. They’re hiding, waiting for me to turn my back on them before they attack


    again.


    I press my back against a tall tree, hiding out of sight and searching for any sound that will give away


    their hideout. A bush ruffling has me snapping my head in that direction.


    “Juste out and we promise that we’ll make your death a swift one.” The voice ising from that


    bush that just ruffled but the words aren’t what make me stiffen,


    I know that voice.


    It’s them. The people that killed my mother and sent me running away


    from my


    childhood home.


    I growl, giving away my position and not caring. I want them toe to me. I want them to reveal


    themselves to me. I’m going to have their head.


    A figure steps out of the bushes, confirming what I already know. It’s him. The one that convinced his


    partner that they should leave me in Caden’s territory for dead. 1


    The moonlight illuminates his figure, drawing attention to the knife he’s holding in his right hand.


    gaze


    He twirls the knife in his hand, the moonlight reflecting off the sharp tip. He chuckles darkly, his fixed on


    where I’m hiding. “Do you know that this is the same knife that I used to carve out your dear


    mother’s heart?”


    I snap, shifting into my wolf as I fly out from behind the tree I was hiding. I pounce on him, dragging him


    down to the ground with my ws digging into his stomach as I snap my teeth in his face.


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    But he’s… smiling. Not at all looking like someone who’s about to have their head ripped off from their


    body very soon. I soon realize why, but it’s already toote as the de slides through my fur and into


    my


    flesh.


    I forgot about his partner. He had lured me out by taunting me and leaving me exposed for the other


    one


    to attack me.


    I howl as a burning pain burns through me from where the knife got me. Fighting through the pain, I dig


    my teeth into the neck of the person pinned under me and pull, ripping away flesh with my teeth. Hist


    screams slide into my ears making me momentarily forget the burning pain in my


    side.


    “Get her off me, you fool!” He hollers as I dig my teeth into his shoulders, tearing into the flesh there.


    I hear the footsteps of his partner as he approaches me again but ignore them, enjoying the way the


    light drains out of my mother’s killer eyes. Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice the sh of the knife as he


    lifted it above my head. And maybe that’s also why I don’t notice Jake shifting and flying towards my


    attacker.


    I blink out of the exhrating feeling of satisfaction and happiness coursing through my veins and move


    away from the dead body under me. Jake’s big grey wolf is standing in front of my other attacker who is


    also holding a knife in his hand. They circle each other.


    The fear in the attacker’s eyes is very obvious but with that fear is a mad determination that sends


    chills down my back. He looks crazed as his eyes fly all over Jake’s huge wolf.


    For the second time, a thought filters into my head and stays there. Why aren’t they shifting into their


    wolves? From their scent, it’s obvious that they’re werewolves so why are they putting their selves at a


    disadvantage by staying in their weaker form and welding a single knife?


    It doesn’t make sense, but this isn’t the time to try to decipher that puzzle. Not when he’s charging at


    Jake with that mad determination still fixed in his eyes.


    I run towards them,ing to a halt as the knife digs into Jake’s side. Jake howls and uses his paws to


    kick the attacker, sending him flying into a tree. I hear a snap as he slides down the tree andnds on a


    heap on the floor, unmoving without a wording out of him.


    I ignore him, running towards Jake’s wolf that’s lying on the floor, pain etched all over its’ face. Shifting


    into my human form, I press my palms against the wound that bleeding profusely.


    Jake’s wolf lets out a pitiful growl.


    “Sheesh, it’s ok. I press my palm harder into the wound. “We’re going to get you fixed.” A single stab


    couldn’t possibly kill a wolf….right?


    Except that, I don’t think it’s something as simple as a knife wound. The feeling in my arm that was


    maimed is going away even when it’s meant to havepletely healed by now, and I suspect that it


    was from that knife. How badly is Jake’s wound going to affect him if a single slide of that de is


    causing this


    much trouble for me?