Page 50 of The Wolf's Bullied Mate
I watched Oliver and the enemy wolves circle each other. Oliver’s wolf was the largest of them all, his tawny fur glistening in the sunlight. My father’s black wolf and Jeffrey’s gray wolf weren’t much smaller, though.
Oliver waited until one of the enforcers launched an attack on him. He moved to the right, and then bit into the enemy’s leg. When the attacker fell, he bit into his throat.
Blood spurted, followed by a whine of pain.
The enforcer fell limp at Oliver’s feet. Dead.
Oliver wasn’t messing around. He was fighting to kill.
“Oliver!” I called out to him, suddenly afraid he would off my parents too. I didn’t care what he did to Jeffrey, but my parents were a different story. Even though they had abused me all those years, I didn’t want them dead because of me. I didn’t want Oliver to live with the burden of having killed them. “Don’t kill them!”
Oliver’s wolf gave me a long look, then nodded; such a human gesture on a wolf.
He ran up to the next enforcer and bit into his side. They fought with each other for a moment until that enemy fell, too. Oliver left him bleeding on the ground but still breathing.
Father and Jeffrey closed in on Oliver at the same time, with Mother coming from the rear. Oliver was stronger than them, though. He let them get off a few bites, pretending he couldn’t stop them, and then he whipped around at the last moment and injured Father. A few bites later, Father and Jeffrey, fell to the ground, both whining but still alive. Oliver turned on Mother, but she bowed her head low and pressed her ears flat to her skull. She surrendered.
Oliver was victorious.
Oliver shifted back to human form. He stood in naked glory on the battlefield.
“Shift back to human form,” he commanded the enemies in his alpha tone.
They had no way to refuse the order. They all immediately changed back into human form.
“Pauline,” he then looked up at me. “Bring me a rope from the garage.”
I nodded and put Ray down in the room. My son stared at me, wide-eyed. “Oliver is so strong!” he called out happily.
“Yes, he is,” I smiled. “He protected us.”
“Does that mean we don’t have to go back to the old pack with Grandpa and Grandma?” Ray looked at me with hope in his eyes.
I nodded. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re staying at Oliver’s side.”
“Yay!” Ray jumped up.
I took his hand, and we descended the stairs and went to the garage. The rope was easy to find. We came out holding a heavy coil of it. Oliver took it from me and got to work binding the defeated enemies.
“What will happen to them?” Ray asked, beaming at Oliver like he’d just become a true hero in his eyes.
“They will be put on trial,” Oliver exclaimed. “All but that one,” he pointed to the one who hadn’t shifted back to human form: the dead enemy.
Ray didn’t seem bothered by the body, so taken he was with Oliver’s strength.
I looked Oliver up and down, checking for injuries. He had a bleeding wound on his side, but it didn’t look like anything major. Still, I returned to the house and brought out the first aid kit and a change of clothes for Oliver. Thanks to his wolf-shifter powers, his wound would heal by itself. In an hour, there wouldn’t be any evidence that it had ever existed in the first place. If it became infected, though, it wouldn’t heal at all, so I still insisted on tending to the area for him, just in case.
After Oliver bound all the enemies, who stared back at us with unhappy expressions, I cleaned his wound, and he gotdressed. He approached Father, who winced in pain—the wound on his leg was bleeding.
Oliver had told me not to dress the enemies’ injuries. I didn’t want to be anywhere near Father or the rest of them right now, anyway.
“Anderson,” Oliver addressed my Father. “Was Pauline the reason for Lone Bite’s attack?”
My Father kept quiet, saying nothing.
Oliver waited for him to reply. When Father remained silent, though, Oliver sighed and walked over to where the group had originally shifted. He picked up his phone from his destroyed clothes and called a number.
“Ryder, you picked up,” Oliver said over the phone. “Is the attack over?”
