The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 48

"Well. Well. What do we have here," a man spoke. Someone Blake didn't recognize.

Blake glared at the man, "What do you want," she growled.

She took a deep breath but couldn't smell anything of the male. He was of average size for a werewolf of six foot two but there was something different about him. His hair was white like snow, his eyes were the lightest blue, and his skin was fair and pale like he had never spent a day in the sun.

"Who are you," she found herself saying before he could utter a word.

"You can call me," he paused as if he to think about what his name was, "Quillon." The male smiled showing white teeth.

Like Blake cared to remember his name, she only needed time to figure out how many rogues were around her and where they were all hiding. It was clear to her that this man was important enough for them to all regroup around him as if to protect. Which with rogues, it was an odd behaver.

"Leave now or your men will all die," she bluffed. There had to be at least a hundred of them. More then what she thought from before. She could take down at least half if she was careful and didn't let any blind spots open for the taken.

"There would be on need. I've only come for one person," the man smiled.

"Really?" Blake raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you tried to kidnap children and women. Your declaring war."

"War, maybe. But I'm not the enemy. The true enemy lies in the darkness," Blake didn't trust him and he knew that. The male smiled and did a little laugh as if it was all amusing to him. "The Moon Goddess came to me in a dream and gave me the gift to tell the future. And you, my dear sweet Blake, will die."

"How do you know my name?" She whispered.

"I know quite a bit about you. You see in just moments, your true mate will show. And here," he opened his arms and look at the grown," will be a bloodbath. From here you will go mad, and you will be shot and you will die. Just like your parents did."

Blake was panting at this point, pissed beyond belief, "who the hell do you think you are?"

Rest now. I will protect.

"Protect," Blake whispered feeling her own mind gently fading in the wind. Her eyes blurred while feeling the last of her bones cracking into place. She took a deep breath in, filling her lungs with air, and howled a war cry.

Eric clamped his teeth in this prey juggler, his eyes scanned his surroundings. He counted fifteen, twenty, left who didn't run away. All desperate to live, all fighting for what they thought was right. But one man stood out. The man with white hair. He just stood there. Smiling as if everything was going to plan.

Eric growled, he was the leader. That white hair male is leading them and him. . . he. . . hurt. . . killed. . .

A wolf's battle cry howled in the wind, echoing all around them. The cry makes Eric turn to find Blake in her wolf form. Her grey fur shined in the light of the moon, almost making him forget that they were both on the battlefield, beautiful, but it was her blood satin belly that snapped him out of it. She was alive. She was using too much energy, she needed rest.

To his surprise, she moved swiftly as if she wasn't hurt at all. She dashed behind a tree and pounced onto a rogue's back. Her teeth dug in the flesh, piercing through the skin. Eric watched her as she finished off the rogue by snapping his neck. For such a small body, it amazed him how strong his mate was.