The Forbidden Wolf King: Kings of Avalier, Book 4(19)

FIVE

The sound of deep growling pulled me from my slumber. I was so tired. I couldn’t have been asleep more than an hour given how groggy my body felt. I blinked rapidly, popping up onto all four paws and looked around.

Oh no.

Eliza’s hackles were up as she crouched in front of me and faced the oncoming pack of wolven. Four of them.

It must be Ivanna and her new crew. I was suddenly overly alert, blood pumping through my veins as all sleepiness fled from my system. I stepped forward, next to Eliza and peered over at her.

She looked scared and I knew why. Fighting a pack of four wolves when you couldn’t communicate was a death sentence.

If only she were pack.

A wild idea hit me then and before I had time to overthink it, I lunged forward and bit into her hind leg lightly, just enough to draw blood.

She yelped and tried to jerk away from me.

‘I claim you, Eliza Green, for Mud Flat pack,’ I said in my mind and then released her, biting my own leg next. The second our blood mixed in my mouth, I pulled up every ounce of dominant power I possessed. I wasn’t an alpha, but I could be one day if I wanted to. Dorian was training me as such and he’d shown me how to claim a wolf. Normally it was a power only an alpha or second in command possessed but I was hoping that I had enough magic to pull this off and that Dorian wouldn’t mind me doing so.

A blue dusting of light fell over my fur, flickering like fireflies, and then Eliza looked up at me wide-eyed.

‘Did you just claim me?’ she shrieked into my mind.

It worked!

‘Yes. Incoming.’ I barely had time to communicate before the wolves were upon us. They spread out in a circle, surrounding us and now that they were closer, I could smell which one Ivanna was. A medium-sized black and gray wolf.

‘We attack together. Taking each one down separately, that will hopefully frighten the others off,’ I told her.

‘Okay.’ Her voice was shaky, even in my head.

I didn’t want to take Ivanna down first because the other three would jump in to protect her, as she was the most dominant. Instead, I aimed for the smallest one to Eliza’s left.

‘Her.’

I lowered my head and growled low as they circled, trying to intimidate us.

Without another word Eliza lunged forward and yanked the small wolf by the hind leg, dragging her into the circle. The other three wolves lunged for Eliza but I got into the fray first. While Eliza was dragging in the small wolf, who howled in pain and tried to claw at the ground and run out, I went for her jugular.

I bit down on her throat and tore it out in seconds as her body went limp. She didn’t even know what hit her. It was the same tactic that my pack used to take down cougarin.

Suddenly a wolf landed on my back. I shook vigorously to dislodge her before she could bite me and felt her slide off.

‘Help!’ Eliza called and I spun to see Ivana tearing into her flank. Eliza kept her head low to the ground with her throat covered by the dirt as one of the other wolves tugged at her ear, trying to get her to expose her neck.

I leapt into the air and came down on Ivanna’s back hard, knocking her to the side. She rolled three times, out of the way.

‘Attack!’ I told Eliza and without hesitation she stood from where she was protectively cowering and we both went for the wolf who’d been pulling on her ear. This time I pulled her hind leg to pin her down and Eliza tore out her throat. It all happened in a matter of seconds. There was nothing compared to fighting with a packmate. Not only could we verbally communicate but I sensed things. Her flank was hurting and she was hungry but she was also roaring with fighting energy and there was a trust between us.

She would do as I asked, letting me take the lead.

We both turned then, just as Ivanna and her final wolf stepped before us, lips peeled back in a snarl. Ivanna looked at the two dead wolves and then at the both of us.

She knew. She knew we were pack. It was the only way we could pull off such a coordinated attack.

She took two steps back, then three, and was halfway out of the fighting ring before her loner wolf friend realized what was happening.

They were going to retreat.

Part of me wanted to take them both out now. Together, as a pack, we probably could, but Eliza was injured, I could sense it.

‘How badly are you hurt?’ I asked her.

‘Who cares. Let’s finish them.’

I turned and gave her a wolfish grin. I knew I’d originally liked her for a reason. But when I saw the hunk of fur and flesh hanging off her ribcage and the pool of blood beneath her, fear washed over me.

Ivanna and her wolf used my distraction then to tuck tail and run, heading for the open flat landscape around us.

Knowing they were gone and wouldn’t likely come back, I ran to Eliza and used my nose to bring the flap of fur up to her exposed ribcage.

She whimpered.

‘Lie down,’ I commanded.

She plopped down in her own blood and I used my nose to stick the skin back to her flank so that it could heal properly.

She needed food. Raw meat preferably.

I peered at the two dead wolves laying around us and Eliza looked up at me.

‘I’m not that hungry,’ she assured me.

‘I didn’t say anything.’ I tried to act innocent.

‘You were thinking it.’

Damn, she already knew me too well. I’d never eaten my own kind, couldn’t even fathom it until now.