Page 32 of Under Dark Skies

As he tried to click his mind back off, he rolled toward Layla and draped an arm over her. She felt so good nestled in that nook with his cock pressed up against her bum, and the small of her back pressed into his gut. It also allowed for her hair to rest close to his nostrils and fill them with her scent.

Her scent, and …what the fuck is that?

There was something else present. Something that wasn’t there when he went to sleep. A couple of sniffs later and he recognized two smells; silvered steel, and another werewolf. He rolled to his back, and shifted instantly to a hybrid man-wolf form. Opening his eyes, he was barely able to perceive the blade swinging down on his neck with canine night vision.

His clawed hands snapped together on either side of the blade to stop it mid swing, but the force was enough to cut sharply into his left hand. It would have been nothing to wrest the blade from a human’s grasp, but the strength that pushed down on him was incredible.

He wanted to cry out for Layla, but in this form he couldn’t speak, and changing back would get his throat slit, so he kicked a foot to nudge Layla awake, and tried to not claw her.

She stirred and instantly began screaming. Even in the dark she could tell Rafe had shifted and something else was in the room with them. Layla rolled to her left to get off the bed, and he heard her fumbling around in the dark; probably to find a light.

With his night vision, Rafe could make out the outline of his attacker, and it was definitely another werewolf in hybrid form. He kicked hard with his right foot, bringing it up into his would-be assassin’s face. The force of the blow allowed Rafe to direct the blade into the wall above his head, and also made his opponent let go of it.

Then Rafe pressed his advantage, as he leapt off the bed, and wrapped his clawed hands around its throat.

Layla shrieked in the dark, “What is happening, I can’t see anything?”

Rafe had great pity in that moment and knew how terrified she must be, but he couldn’t answer. If he shifted now, it would mean certain death for the both of them. Instead he poured everything he had into the choke hold to try and end the conflict as quickly as possible.

Then his opponent came across his arms with its right forearm, breaking his grip, and stomped hard on his right foot. Rafe howled in pain, but it was just beginning, as razor sharp claws raked across his midsection, and an uppercut forced him staggering back.

Whoever this is, they are incredibly trained. He thought to himself.

Rafe crashed into the far wall of the room and tried to get his bearings, but the assailant was on him instantly with two hook punches, left and right. He swung back, but only connected with air as his foe deftly dodged.

He tried to remember the layout of the room and remember crashing around with Layla during their vigorous lovemaking. The TV should be just to his right. He hoisted it, and swung like a baseball bat that connected, but the villain got an arm up to block that absorbed most of the blow.

Splinters of plastic, silicone, and transistors showered the room; while brief sparks of electricity let Layla know exactly where the brawlers were in the room, even if she couldn’t see them. She erupted in a new round of screams and Rafe hoped that maybe they would finally send some cops and not assume it’s more rough sex.

“I’ll try to find the light switch.” Layla cried into the darkness.

The other wolf growled gutturally, savagely, and possibly made a move to cross the room, but Rafe sunk his maw full of daggered teeth into its shoulder.

The yelp would have raised a swell of pity in even the most heinous person.

“Rafe!?” Layla cried out fearing the yelp was from her newfound lover. He knew she had to be terrified beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

Hot coppery blood filled his mouth and he dug claws into its chest. Hoping to bring this conflict to an end, but it wasn’t over.

The other wolf leaned forward the thrust the back of its head into Rafe’s repeatedly; trying to break the hold, and it worked.

He just couldn’t maintain and was afraid he’d lose consciousness from the devastating headbutts. When he caught himself on the far wall, he felt a kick into his midsection that reminded him more of what a jackhammer must feel like.

The sheer power of the blow crashed him into the wall such that he was nearly pushed through it. If the lights were on, there’d be a Rafe shaped outline in the plasterboard. The blow took his wind, but he couldn’t let it end like this.

He felt, more than saw, his attacker move past him toward the bed, and they were going for the sword.

Rafe pressed his elbows against the wall to pry himself free of the plaster prison and grabbed his assailant around the waist. Then pro-wrestling style picked up and fell backwards. It was a textbook suplex that crashed the villains head and shoulders onto the ground.

Finally, the lights came on as Layla found a switch. The screaming resumed when she saw two wolf hybrids and the damage they had done to the room.

Immediately Rafe shifted back to human and so did his foe.

She was wearing a dark black uniform. It was unmistakable. With a badge. From the Department of Homeland Security - the badge and uniform were unmistakable.

“You’re a PEACE officer?” he asked her incredulously.

Twenty-Nine

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