Page 3 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire

I shift my weight and lash out with a fist to that fucking grin on his face that has been getting on my last damn nerves since he showed up. Then, I shift and swing my legs upward to wrap around his throat, pull him down to the ground, and placemyself on top of him with my knee to his throat. With two quick slashes, I draw my blade against one cheek after the other, giving him a set of matching slices identical to my one. It all happens in a blink of an eye that the two guards I was fighting don’t have time to react and stop me. But now they are moving to grab me. I only have a second to do any additional damage I want to this prick before I’ll have to fight them off again.

I take my blade and raise it above my head to shove it into his chest when two masses of fur, one midnight black and the other smokey grey, come running towards us. Growls reverberate off the metal containers around us and over my skin as the werewolves charge straight at me.

Chapter 2

Jordan

Eric and I climb our way up a ladder that leads to the top of a warehouse building overlooking the stacks of steel containers where the meetup we’re planning to spy on is reported to be taking place tonight.

“You sure your source was correct, Eric?” I whisper. “I don’t see anyone here.”

“Positive,” Eric responds confidently as he scans the area. Eric strolls to the far side of the roof and smiles before waving me over. “Look.” He nods down to the ground below.

I look over the edge of the roof to see two figures standing in a large open space between two rows of steel containers. The woman stands with her back to us, arms crossed, and her hip popped out. She looks relaxed except for the tapping of her foot. The male accompanying her, however, paces behind her in clear agitation. My wolf hearing begins to pick up the male’s grumbling. Apparently, he’s really not happy with their companion they are supposed to meet being late.

Eric and I crouch down to where we still have a visual on the meetup area, but we won’t be easily spotted by anyone below. Eric had received information from one of our informants earlier today that a deal was going down between two groups of vampires regarding the sale of wolfsbane—a simple and pretty looking flower that can cause severe sideeffects for any werewolf that comes into contact with it. It’s like a mild poison to werewolves that can make us severely sick and weak, but if you use a high enough potency of it at just once against a wolf, it can kill us. Some of us have built up a higher tolerance with controlled exposure but still, it can be dangerous. And it’s not a very pleasant experience in trying to build up the tolerance. That’s why I take any opportunity to stop vampires obtaining it by stopping deals like this one and destroying any supply brought with the dealer. The less wolfsbane in existence the better. Before though, we like to spy on deals like this to learn why vampires are now buying up wolfsbane like it’s a black Friday sale to the point it is becoming a rare ticket item in the city. More specifically, I want to know which packs in particular they plan on targeting with the wolfsbane, and why, if I can. Doesn’t hurt to know every angle and reasoning in hopes of cutting off attacks against werewolves and killing the animosity between the two species as much as possible. I know I will never be able to fully eradicate the animosity between the two species or the wolfsbane in this city, but I’ll do whatever I can so wolves can live a little more peacefully here. Any damage I can accomplish in making it more difficult for vampires to get their hands on the deadly plant so as to not be able to use it against me, my pack, or any of my allies is a huge plus as well.

As we wait, I observe the pair down below. The female’s voice is warm and sensual as she talks to her companion. It washes over me and causes the hairs on my arms to stand up but not in a bad way like they do when you can feel danger approaching. No. It’s more of a sensual awareness that has you wanting to shiver as you wait for a lover to touch you. Underneath the sensual melody of her voice, though, is an edge that acts as a warning that she can be dangerous if you piss her off. That she could have you on your knees begging for death if you aren’t careful. Paired with that sensual voice that continuesto caress my ears is a curvy body that my eyes devour and any man would love to explore. An image of me running my tongue along those curves and nipping her on the hip, eliciting a breathy moan, has me shaking my head to pull myself back to the situation at hand.

What the fuck was that? She’s a vampire. Werewolves don’t mix with vampires and they sure as shit don’t fantasize about licking their curves.

But she does intrigue me. I wonder what her face looks like and part of me hopes it’s hideous to cut off any further fantasies of licking her or any other similar thoughts that I shouldn’t be having now or ever. Highly doubt it though. It may be wishful thinking, but how could someone with a voice and body like that have a face that didn’t equally entice a man to have dirty thoughts? Great. I’m sounding like a real tool now.

“Someone’s coming,” Eric speaks in a low voice to my left, effectively cutting any further thoughts off other than those focused on the deal below us.

I watch as a vampire followed by four others behind him appears out of the shadows in front of the two vampires we’ve been watching already. The lead vampire is one I can tell immediately thinks he is the shit when in fact he really isn’t. All show with nothing to back it up. A douchebag, essentially, and likely the dealer since he leads the other four who look like they live off of lifting weights and eating protein—even though I know vampires only consume blood. Maybe they drink blood laced with steroids along with living at the gym and that’s how they look like that? Can vampires be called gym rats? Or maybe gym bats? Corny Jordan. Fucking Corny.

Eric and I listen as the conversation between the two groups progresses and becomes more tense as each word comes out of the leader’s mouth.

When the leader suggests the female vampire whore herself out to him for a night as an added part of their deal, I shift forward and grab the edge of the roof as if I’ll launch myself over and attack the disgusting shit head.

Eric stops me before I do though, thankfully. Hopefully he chalks my actions up to my protective instincts towards being protective towards females in general and nothing more. The female’s cold laugh that flows through the night air further halts me. I’ve never heard such a chilling sound. It reminds me of an icy lake on a night with a new moon as wind whistles across the surface. Dark, cold, and ominous. It sends chills down my spine and this time the hairs on my arms do stand up in warning of danger approaching. Any idiot would realize the danger they were in with that laugh, but the change in her voice as she speaks definitively seals the fate of who she throws her next words at. The posturing asshole doesn’t stand a chance and is a dead man.

I smirk a little. The asshole has whatever is coming for him from the cold goddess I keep my eyes locked on but maintain visual of her friend as well.

All of a sudden, the female and her companion dart towards the dealer and his group of gym bats—yeah, I’m going to keep saying it—simultaneously on some silent que like racehorses shooting out of the gate at the Kentucky Derby.

“Shit!” I bite out but don’t move.

The fight below is a blur of bodies, fists, and steel as the vampires move with their unnatural speed, aiming to hurt their respective opponent and obtain the upper hand. Both the female and her companion move with deadly and calculated maneuvers indicative of experienced fighters confident in their abilities and training while the others look clumsy in being used to getting what they want by throwing their weight around rather than their brains. I watch in awe as the female takes on two males easily twice her size with no strenuous effort or indication thatshe is scared or struggling. I can feel my wolf pacing inside myself, eager to join in the fight below us. My wolf and I always love a good fight, to let off steam and help my wolf who tends to have testosterone fueled fits if he doesn’t have some type of physical activity or exercise daily. But this feels different. My wolf seems agitated and is itching to join in on the fight for some other reason than physical release. No, it’s something else this time that I can’t quite put my finger on. It frustrates me to not know what’s causing my wolf to act in such a way, especially since we are pretty in tune with each other, and it’s putting me on edge. I hold my wolf back though, as this is not our fight, and we can let the vampires tear each other apart by themselves.

My wolf tenses suddenly, and I focus on what my wolf’s senses have picked up on before me below. The dickhead dealer is sneaking towards the woman while she is distracted with two of his guards, and he holds a knife in his right hand. As the female twirls around in an effort to avoid one of the males she is fighting and trying to get his hands on her, the dealer lifts his hand with the knife and makes contact with her cheek.

My wolf howls in my head at the sight of blood trailing from the slice on her face and takes control of me. It doesn’t matter that the wound heals within a blink of an eye. The blood is still present on her face, proof of what just happened.

“Fuck!” Eric exclaims as my bones snap with the transformation from human to wolf and my skin is instantly covered in dark black fur.

My wolf darts across the roof and jumps towards the edge where a steel container is pressed against the side of the building below and then jumps to the ground. I’m vaguely aware of Eric—now in his wolf form as well—running behind me as we make our way towards the vampires.

I see the female look up from atop the dealer who she has pinned underneath her as I run towards her and am struck byher forest green eyes. But I only have a second to admire them before my wolf growls violently at the dealer who knocks her off of him while she is distracted by me racing towards her. They both fight for the upper hand, but the woman prevails as she puts a hand to his throat, digs her nails into his flesh causing rivulets of blood to appear, and pushes him outwards away from her. My wolf sees an opportunity without hurting the woman and jumps, slamming into the side of the dealer and yanking him away from the woman.

We roll on the ground as my wolf growls and snaps his jaws at the vampire’s throat. The dealer deftly dodges our attempts. His face contorts with furious rage as we fight. Finally, my wolf manages to bite down on his arm that is holding the knife, and the vampire screams in pain filled rage as his grip loses its hold on the knife. I’m so intent on biting down on his arm with all the strength I have that I don’t notice the fist he aims at me with his free arm until he makes contact with my temple. But I hold on until another person slams into my side knocking me off the dealer. Not without a chunk of skin and muscle, though. I look and see it was one of the dealer’s guards who slammed into me and now stands between me and dealer. The dealer takes the opportunity to turn and run. Fucking pussy.

My breathing is harsh and fast from exertion and wanting to go after him, but the guard is blocking my path, and I feel the need to stand my ground so as to place myself between him and the woman who is somewhere behind me. The guard hisses at me once and then runs after his boss.

The night becomes quiet around me as the fighting ends, and the rest of the dealer’s guards retreat as well. I hear Eric give a slight growl as footsteps sound behind me.

I turn to see the female’s companion moving to stand beside her, tense in preparation to attack as if I am the threat.

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