Page 44 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

“Fuck you,” I grumbled angrily.

“And so few of you there were, right?” He was so amused that I wanted to punch my fist through his face and out the back of his head. “You, Lucas…and some creatures who live in that house. You better hope you can handle him on your own, Rob. Because those creatures are nothing…and Lucas will be dead by the time the sun comes up.”

A snarl started to build in my throat as I glared at Jason, the fear and worry for Lucas twisting my guts. But then a thought dawned on me, something I should have thought of long before that moment. Something that I’d been told but didn’t quite want to believe. Shaking my head at how stupid I was, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

“Of course, these guys are your pack.” I sighed, angry at myself. “The guys who attacked Lucas and me and bit him…the guys who took him just now. All of these wolves are your pack. You’ve been expanding for ten years.”

“Largest pack in the whole northwest.” He leaned forward and winked evilly. “Though, that’s not really saying much since no one comes close to our size.”

I nodded slowly.

“You really are simple, aren’t you?” Lucas sighed with a smile. “All you have is your magic and a blank book. You don’t even have Lucas anymore. Well, soon, no one will have Lucas.”

The book.

How does he…

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

“The book won’t be blank for long.” I shrugged. “And Lucas won’t be dead soon. I may be slow…but I’m steady, assface. I can win this race.”

Jason threw his head back and laughed with incredulity.

“But first,” I stopped him with my sharp tone, “I’m going to do what I told Oma I was going to do.”

“What’s that?” Jason rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna cut the head off the Hydra.” I smiled sweetly at him. “I don’t care what happens.”

Jason gave me a confused look. When I smiled at him and drug a finger across my neck, his confused look turned to a mixture of anger and fear. Rage welled up in me as I started to lift my hands towards Jason. His head fell back again, but instead of a laugh, it was a howl that came from his throat. In less time than it takes to blink, Jason’s flesh seemed to explode from his body, his werewolf form bursting forth. The howl still coming from the wolf’s throat echoed off of the walls as his head tilted back down, much higher than it had been before, to stare at me with red eyes.

I wasn’t afraid.

Werewolf Jason leapt forward, and I stepped aside, making a slashing motion with my hand as he flew by. With a resounding crash, the werewolf that was Jason fell to the ground. Well, his body crashed to the ground. His head came tumbling after a split second later.

You don’t need silver to kill a werewolf.

Almost everything needs a head to live.

The puddle of blood began blooming around the beheaded werewolf as it laid there, motionless and useless.

So, I went to Jason’s kitchen to find some Tupperware.