Page 30 of Healing His Darkness
He charges at me, but I’m faster than him. In a blink of an eye, I’m out of his way causing him to tumble end over end, tripping over his own feet trying to stop. My leopard lets out a huff of laughter as she gets back into her attack position. Stonewall finally decided to give up stopping me and standing to the side ready to attack if he’s needed. I’m hoping he won’t be needed.
Rodney’s coyote rights itself and starts to charge at me again, just like before in a blink of an eye I’ve moved. Only this time Rodney is able to stop himself from tripping over himself and growls low at me. Before he can try to attack again in a blink, I’m on top of him, I don’t even remember moving, but I must have.
My claws penetrate his thick fur, the smell of blood permeates the air, his howl of pain slashes through the air. He tries to flip me off him, but my claws are stronger than he is. They’re deeply embedded into his sides, and when he moves to try and flip me a second time I slice through his chest cavity on one side. He drops to his stomach, his breathing coming in heavy pants.
I’m sure if I was in my human form I’d be puking, but my animal goes in for the kill without a second thought. Her teeth latched onto the back of Rodney’s coyote’s neck, piercing the skin. Jumping off his back, she starts to shake his body back and forth until I hear his neck break and he goes limp. It’s over, I ended it, but oddly it doesn’t make me feel any better.
Sitting back on my haunches, I take in the mayhem before me, when I look over at Stonewall, he’s already shifted back and dressed. I need to ask him how he does that shit so quickly.
“I’ll get you a blanket for you to shift, then I’ll take care of this mess for you.” He says soothingly, like he’s afraid that I might go after him next. I’m pretty sure I hear him muttering something about too many damn murder kitty’s in the fucking club, but I could be hearing things.
21
ROOSTER
“He’s not here man, sorry.” Demon apologizes as we’re rounding up the last of the coyotes. I’m hoping one of them knows where their glorious leader is. Right at the moment I’m antsy to get back to George, something is screaming at me that something is wrong.
Rodney wasn’t as unprepared as we anticipated, if it wasn’t for Demon and Shadow none of us would be alive. The two of them were able to read the minds of the coyotes and find out about explosives. Every entrance was rigged to explode as soon as someone passed through it. Because of Demon and Shadow, we were able to disarm them all.
“Fuck! If that bastard got away, I won’t rest until I find him. I promised George she’d be free of him tonight.” Yanking on my beard, I make my way to the first trussed up coyote.
“Let me man, if he knows where Rodney is I’ll get it out of him.” Demon’s right, he can get the answers quicker, even if a lot less fun for me in the long run.
“I ain’t telling you shit.” Shaking my head smirking at him as Demon gets down on his knees staring at him intensely. Fucker has no clue what he’s in for.
“Oh, you’re going to tell me everything, don’t worry I promise not to make too much of a mess out of your brain while I’m in there, asshole.” Demon says calmly, dude is scary when he’s this calm.
“Fuck, we need to get back to the house like now.” Demon’s words penetrate my brain a second later and I’m moving toward the vehicles. I can hear Wraith cussing up a storm running behind me.
“Would it be faster if we shifted? Could we get there faster?” He’s looking at me for the answers and I have to shake my head. We’re too far to get there faster on foot than in the trucks.
We don’t wait for anyone else as we get in the first truck available, the tires squeal as I tear out of there. Wraith has his hands on the dash gripping it so tight his knuckles are white. His future and mine are at that house, if we lose them, we’ll lose ourselves.
It feels like hours pass before we pull into the drive. The truck barely stops before we’re out the doors running towards the house.
What greets us isn’t at all what we expected to see though. Stonewall is building a funeral pyre, four big logs make the frame, with smaller logs, tree limbs, and dried grass for kindling. There’s a body wrapped in cloth beside the pyre, and my heart goes into my throat. Who’s in the cloth?
“Angel!” Wraith takes off running toward the house screaming his mate’s name, while I approach a stoic Stonewall.
“Stonewall?” He keeps building the pyre, like it’s the only thing keeping him together, which makes me even more nervous.
“He’s going to wake her up with all that yelling. She’s going to be pissed because she just got to sleep not too long ago.” Stonewall says as he places the cloth covered body on top of the pyre. Now that I’m closer I can see the blood saturating the cloth.
“Stonewall, what happened?” Instead of answering me he grabs a stick with another piece of fabric wrapped around the end and lights it. It instantly blooms to life, illuminating the pyre. That’s when I notice the coyote tail sticking out from under the cloth and I’m able to release the breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding.
“Your girl happened. She’s not crazy murder kitty like Angel, but she’s still a murder kitty. This asshole didn’t stand a chance, she annihilated him. She’s fast too, every time I blinked, she was somewhere else. He never saw it coming when she broke his neck.” Stonewall flings the torch onto the pyre and the whole thing goes up in flames.
“Don’t ever tell her this, and if you do, I’ll deny it, but she’s scary as fuck. She was methodical in how she took him apart.” Rubbing his hand against his neck, he stares up at the sky. I’d laugh if his face wasn’t so serious. Whatever he saw got to him, considering Stonewall has done some shady shit himself that’s surprising.
“Your secret is safe with me big man, thanks for keeping her safe.” He huffs out a laugh.
“More like she kept me and Angel safe, I never laid a paw on him, it was all her. I’m telling you dude your girl is a total badass. She’s probably still in the shower, she was a little freaked out by what she did.” Before he’s finished talking, I’m walking towards the house, my girl needs me I can feel it. She didn’t want to be a damsel in distress and from the way it sounds she definitely wasn’t one.
Passing Wraith and Angel making out on the couch as I make my way to the stairs, I guess she wasn’t pissed after all. I’m betting as soon as he kissed her any argument, she had for him waking her disappeared.
Taking the stairs two at a time doesn’t even seem fast enough to get to her. I can feel her need for me, and it’s killing me being even a few feet away from her. Opening the door, I find her curled into the fetal position naked on the bed. Her sobs are my undoing and I’m beside her wrapping my arms around her in seconds.
“I…” She hiccups trying to catch her breath in between sobs. “I...I killed him.” Brushing her hair back, I try to sooth her the best I can. It’s never easy to kill, but your first time is the hardest to bear.
