Page 148 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

I was stronger than this.

I wouldn’t scream. No matter how agonising this was, my body was shrieking in agony as I tried to wait to heal myself. I forced myself to shift and lunged at her. She tried to blast me back but she hadn’t expected me to be able to shift already. It seemed she didn’t realise I was a fast healer. I slammed her to the ground, ready to rip her head off, when I was torn off her and thrown against the swirling barrier. I hissed in pain, feeling as if my entire back had been shaved by jagged sandpaper.

The smell of my blood filled my nose as I stumbled to my feet and lurched at the witch. She sent another blast of fire, knocking me back. How the hell was I supposed to attack her when I couldn’t even get close to her?

I got to my feet, my grey fur matted with blood and the strong smell of burnt flesh. My eyes were blazing silver as I looked straight into her glowing ones. The rage and determination ripped through me as I pounced…

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INDIGO

My heart tore in fear when I saw Scarlett being wrapped in that hurricane of darkness.

No! Not Scarlett! The strong urge to protect her overcame me. I was not going to lose another loved one!

I was rushing towards the darkness, when a strong hand gripped my arm and yanked me back.

"What are you doing?" Marcel growled.

I glared at him. I didn’t know him enough to judge, but right now, I didn’t need a Rossi telling me what to do!

"Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do!" I growled back. "Scarlett needs me!"

He let go of me to rip a Wendigo apart, slicing through it with one of his long twin blades. He was actually an impressive swordsman, something you wouldn’t see often in wolves, but right now it was helping against the Wendigo’s long dangerous claws that were like twelve-inch knives.

"You can’t go." He muttered and I knew instantly someone had told him to watch out for me.

I turned, about to run off when he grabbed me by the back of my shirt.

"What the actual fuck?!" I shrieked, glancing at Dad, who was fighting one of the Wendigos.

Elijah hadn’t been happy with him joining, but he had refused to back off, saying he would not stand by when his children were fighting. He also refused to leave Scarlett alone… but now he was tired… I looked around assessing the monsters, so far there were at least thirty… I don’t know how she had an army that even Marcel hadn’t known of, but she had… I glared at Marcel.

"If you had kept an eye on your rogues, this wouldn’t have happened!" I spat.

He frowned at me,

"Really? Seriously? We’re going to blame throw now? Not all these Wendigos were rogues... And besides, rogues mean lone wolves. I was not accountable for all of them!" He growled back.

"I’ll go to Scarlett!" I snapped, "I don’t need a Rossi to tell me what to do!"

He frowned but let go of me. I ran towards the blazing whirlpool, only for strong arms to lift me up as we went barrelling through. A burning pain screamed through me as the heat of that whirling force-field melted through my skin and flesh. I screamed in agony, knowing those arms were protecting me from the worst of it. Suddenly it was gone.

I gasped for breath, my body crying in pain. Realising we had made it in.

"Fuck you all!" The red-headed woman hissed,

I saw Scarlett shifting back to human form, her entire body covered in burns. I could see the blood and melted skin. I looked at the man who was carrying me, and I saw Marcel’s eyes blazing as he set me down, lunging at the witch.

"Oh, look what we have here, a Rossi." She scoffed, blasting him back.

He ducked, shifting and sprang at her, this time despite her ball of flame he knocked her to the ground. I took the chance and rushed to Scarlett.

"Hey, you ok?!"

"Why are you here?!" She growled at me, her anger and worry clear in her eyes.

"Because…" I said…

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