Ch. 30 Pissing Match

Olivia

“Get off me, asshole!” I growl as I draw my knees to my chest and kick the wolf’s soft underbelly.

Lesson number one in my training, anywhere that’s soft is vulnerable. So I am for the unprotected area just below his ribs and dig my claws in deep. His flesh tears as I kick him away but it’s not enough to put him down for good.

Lady pushes forward and suddenly I’m standing on four paws. Fighting in wolf form evens the playing field. But before she can get her bearings, the wolf is on us again, sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

She tries to shake him off but he just clenches his jaw tighter. The only choice is to pull away before he can pull her to the ground. The sickening sound of tearing flesh fills the air as my wolf digs her claws into his chest and pushes him off, leaving him with a mouthful of fur and sinew. That’s going to hurt like a bee with an itch later but right now, I’m so high on adrenaline, I don’t even feel it.

The rogue wolf seems stunned, like he can’t b