Page 18 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
I had no idea what was going on, but it couldn't be good. Luke should've been able to handle just about anybody. The masked man was twice his size and easily matched him blow for blow.
"Somebody call for security," Sarah blurted out before she realized we were the security.
The masked man glared at me from across the room. His eyes shone like rubies. It wasn't a trick of the light. This was a werewolf, but it wasn't one I recognized. His strength was undeniable. His hands squeezed the life out of Luke until he was unable to fight back.
I punched the masked man in the face, but it didn't seem to hurt him. He was impervious to pain. This was an anomaly. Only a few shared that same trait. The folklore depicted a family of opportunists. They had been banished never to be seen from again.
I grabbed for the first thing I could find, which turned out to be a letter opener. I directed my assault to the eyes behind the mask. The first stab made him reflexively lash out with a backhand to send me sprawling to the floor next to the desk.
Glass shattered when a dragon sculpture fell to the floor.
I actually tasted my own blood, and I didn't like it.
The volunteers scattered but there were a few a little too curious for their own good. They had their phone cameras out. This was the digital age of their five minutes of fame. Everybody was looking to be noticed on whatever social platform was used more often than others.
The last thing I wanted was a captured image of my transformation from human to the wolf. Luke must've thought the same thing and decided to pull his punches to make it look like he was being beaten to a pulp.
The mask didn't hide the bristle of hair poking through the material. It was a good thing it was fine hairs and almost transparent.
I pulled him off of Luke with one hand tugging at his collar. The jacket became a temporary leash. My hands wrapped around his midsection. The crack of his skull against the bridge of my nose spoiled my fun.
It was bad and it was only going to get worse.
"I'm going to kill you." He uttered a death threat, but it wasn't directed at me.
This was one of my own and they were taking matters into their own hands. He wanted to kill Sarah. I didn't know what his beef was, but it didn't much matter when he was threatening the woman I loved.
The concept stopped me in my tracks when I admitted to having fallen in love with her. It wasn't out there for everybody to hear. My inner voice spoke the truth no matter how hard it was for me to hear it.
I wanted to spirit her away to someplace safe. She stood there, paralyzed, inches away from having her throat slashed with his claws. He did try to hide his natural appearance, but the bulk of his frame couldn't be contained for long inside clothing.
He did make me proud when he stood his ground against the alpha.
"This isn't the way," I said.
"It is the only way. Step aside. This doesn't involve you." He closed the gap between us until I was up against the window.
The impact cracked the glass with a spider web design. He was pressing his advantage looking to send me to the pavement below. It probably wouldn't kill me, but the landing wouldn't be for the faint of heart. It would also expose me to public scrutiny.
I lifted my knee into his midsection as hard as I could. He grunted but continued to exert pressure on the glass behind us. It was just a matter of time before it shattered into a million pieces.
I would fall from the dizzying height, of at least 4 floors but I was determined to bring him with me.
"There is a time and place. We can talk about this." I urged him to stand down.
"There has been enough talk already. She won't listen. You shouldn't be fighting me. You should be helping me. It's too bad you are blind, but I will make it my personal mission to make you see again," he said .
I twisted so he was against the glass when it gave way.
The glass broke, and I reached out only to have my hand slapped away.
He flailed madly in mid-air while surrounded by shards of glass. The masked man plummeted to the ground below in broad daylight. It was a good thing early morning commuters had already made their way into whatever building they were working in.
The sidewalk was virtually deserted. He was 1000 yards away from an outdoor coffee shop serving it alfresco.
A police officer standing at the corner got the shock of his life. Directing traffic saved his life.
The masked man landed squarely on top of his squad car. The tires popped and the roof buckled. A low whistle emitted before becoming silent.
