The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 25

"Fuck," she cursed, making her way to the back door in the kitchen.

"Blake," Ross called. Blake only stopped midway through the door before peering over her shoulder. The two didn't say anything they just looked at each other as if words were not enough. As if words didn't mean a thing. And they didn't.

So Blake did what Blake did.

She left.

Taking a hard deep breath, Blake felt the pain in her shoulder blade. Her wolf's form was forcing its way through her, telling her to shift, but Blake wouldn't let herself shift into her weaker form. She hated her wolf. Couldn't stand her other half.

Her wolf form was wounded, weak, and broken.

Blake couldn't remember the last time she shifted. It could have been at least three or four years ago, ever since she lost contact with her wolf. All Blake could do was shift midway, making her look like a monster that came out of a horror movie. She couldn't ever shift to her full form anymore. It was the only reason she has never gone out for the pack runs or the pack hunts, she was ashamed of herself and what she had become.

Today, things were different. Blake had never acted like that towards her brother and never had she shifted halfway in front of him.

Wolves never shifted halfway.

Blake could feel her bones crack beneath her skin. Her bones popped and grinding together, shifting her body into the form of her wolf.

"No," Blake groaned, trying to stop the shift but it wasn't happening and she knew that. Clawing at her throat, Blake breaks the skin. Her fingers moved down to her shirt, tangled her fingers onto her collar, ripping her shirt. Blake held her screams back as much as she could. The pain from the shift was so strong that she felt like her entire body was on fire. She couldn't take it anymore.

Sweat covered her whole body, eventually, let out a heart dropping cry that slowly shifted into a howl.

Eric woke with one of the worst headaches he has ever had. He couldn't tell if he was even capable of getting up. With a slight groan, he turned his head, hoping to find his mate sitting by his bedside waiting for him to get up but that wasn't what he saw. No, he found his mate's younger brother sitting in a chair with his arms across over his chest, and his head tilted back while he slept.

"She- had something to do," the boy sounded uncomfortable.

"How did you get all these stuff?" Eric said changing the subject.

Ross nervously smiled, taking a look around his room like it was the first time seeing it. "Most of the stuff belongs to my dad. The CDs where his and I have some of mom's favorite movies in my top dresser. Blake bought me the posters and the game system. She mostly bought me the system just so I would have something to do other than bother her. She bought some of the things I have but most of the thing belonged to my parents.

"Blake wanted to get rid of our parent's things. I guess she didn't like seeing it around the house, but it's all I got to remember them by, you know."

The boy wouldn't even look at Eric and he didn't blame him. The subject of their parents seemed to make him nervous and uneasy. Eric drifted gaze away from the boy, "Your dad has a nice collection," he said not really knowing what to say.

"Thanks," he could hear Ross choke back a cry. "Um. . . you're Beta was here," Ross continued, trying to change the subject again, "he wasn't happy to see your state but covered your Alpha duties for today."Eric looked at the boy, nodding his head. "And my sister wants you out before she gets back."