Page 62 of Wild Wolf


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“You bet your ass I said no,” I growled. “You don’t get to push me into a corner. I’m still your alpha—”

Before I could say anything else, Turk stepped up on the bar stool and lunged across the bar, tackling me back against the bar shelf behind me.

The shelves broke, and bottles of expensive liquor fell to the floor and shattered. Turk’s writhing wolf body was on top of mine where I lay in the sticky alcohol mess riddled with shards of glass.

His jaws snapped at my neck, and his power was a lot stronger than it should have been.

My wolf was at the surface in no time, and I shifted. My power rocked outward, filling the room, and in no time, I had the upper hand. We got out from behind the bar and into the bar area itself, and Turk went for my neck right away.

I dipped my head low and snapped at his feet. He should have stepped back to get them out of the way, to protect his legs, which were a weakness.

He didn’t.

Rookie mistake,I thought, but Turk managed to pin me down anyway, and I squirmed. When his teeth sank into the flesh of my neck, a searing heat came with it like poison had been injected into my blood. My wolf yelped, and I twisted. Turk’s teeth tore open my flesh, and I attacked, but the blood gushed out of my neck. It didn’t clot, and something didn’t feel right.

Turk shouldn’t have been this powerful. All this time, he’d felt like nothing more than a young wolf with no power and nothing to show for his existence, aside from what Dario had given him.

Now, he was a force to contend with.

Something was wrong with his magic, too. It pushed against mine, and although I was alpha, it made my wolf think twice about cowering away. It was scary, to say the least.

That only pissed me off. I was the alpha. I feared nothing!

My attack was fueled with rage, and I countered Turk’s attack. At first, when he’d attacked me, I’d only wanted to protect myself and hurt him enough to remind him who was in charge. I’d wanted to show him who was boss and step back.

He wasn’t letting up, though, and with his newfound power, this fight had turned from teaching him a lesson to something that felt very much like a battle to the death.

I shoved my magic at him, along with every attack. I was still alpha, still more powerful, even though his advances were unexpected.

I pinned him down and got a hold of his neck. My wolf was growing weaker with the blood I’d lost. It still wasn’t clotting.

I just had to sink my teeth in a little deeper, and the blow would be fatal.

Something dark and menacing crept into the room and shoved me backward so that my wolf flew across the room. I hit the wooden bar and yelped as pain coursed through my body, another searing kind of ache that made me feel like I was being fried from the inside.

I shook myself, dragging myself to my feet to counter the next attack that would inevitably come. The bar area around me was blurry. I struggled to focus. I was aware of movement, of car doors slamming, tires squealing, and I realized they’d left.

“Fucking run, pussy,” I muttered when I shifted back to human form.

The shift didn’t go as smoothly as it should have. It hurt like a bitch, and the shift should have helped the blood flow, clotting it up and increasing my healing speed because of the magic surge it took to change form.

It didn’t do anything like that. Now, blood poured down my neck and dropped on the tattered and ripped jeans that still hung around my hips.

I pulled myself up onto the bar. The blood loss made me lightheaded. I found a dishcloth I kept at the bar and pressed it against my neck, trying to stop the blood flow. The cloth was drenched in no time at all.

Shit. I was in trouble.

I had to get some help. Serious help.

The clinic was too far. I found my phone. My hands were slippery with all the blood, and my vision started to darken around the edges. I dialed Rory’s number almost blindly, hoping to all the gods that I got the digits right.

“Bishop,” she said in a soft voice, and I heard her smile.

“I need you,” I gurgled.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice held concern now.

“I’m bleeding out.”

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