Chapter 2/3- Determined to Take
"And who are you supposed to be Pocahontas?" Jacob spit at the boy. He captured my interest though, his dark black hair was semi long and it waved right above his bluish green eyes that now shot daggers at the man holding my wrist captive. The boy`s skin was a tanner color than my pale skin along with his black hair being lighter than my now mid back long midnight black hair. He was obviously as tall as Dylan (who was taller than me, of course). He seemed honestly really angry as he stood a few feet away with his arms crossed, and death in his eyes.
"My name" the boy started "is not of importance at this moment. However I'm ordering you to release that girl and to stop hurting the young male. Or else I will personally get the Marrok involved!" Jacob paled at that, but then red anger replaced the fear.
"The Marrok isn't going to do crap for this pathetic girl! She isn't anything important! And neither do they about this boy." The familiar pain appeared but it wasn't only physical this time. I had heard something about uselessness practically every day over the past year, and yet it still hurt- a lot. I looked up to the boy and was surprised to see a flash of but some kind of pain in his heart too, what was that about? I wondered. Who is this guy? Why does he look so familiar?
"Get out of here, boy!" Jacob warned him steadily as he pulled Dylan to his feet and threw me over his shoulder."Or you`ll get exactly what their getting!"
I threw the boy a look that clearly screamed "help me- us!" He nodded.
"This is your last chance, Knave!" the boy warned as Jacob started to drag and carry Dylan and I back to headquarters. I blinked at the Old English title. "The Marrok will hear about this!"
"The Marrok can go screw himself!" yelled Jacob but he gave the boy a look that said "you tell him, and I'll kill you in cold blood."
I watched as a seemingly almost pained and certainly pitiful look cross the boy's eyes as he stared at Jacob- as if he`d just failed a majorly big test. Then with a sigh he slowly reached into the neckline of his shirt and drew out a gold dog whistle. Then blew. I can`t say it was pleasant to hear but it sure had an effect. Suddenly at the most twelve human figures surrounded us. I could sure smell the werewolf in them though. They were next to us in a circle formation in mere seconds. Then even quicker than my eyes could follow one of them was securing Dylan- who seemed just as surprised as I was.
Then one man stepped out of the circle of people- Bran Cornick, otherwise known as, the Marrok. I gasped at the sight of him, living, breathing, in the flesh. Then watched as a seemingly Indian young male with rich skin stood next to him and then as a pale young female with hair like fire stepped up beside the Indian male. She`s probably his mate, I thought.
"No one`s coming near me," Jacob warned as they began to close in on him. Then before I could comprehend it I found a knife at my throat "or I'll kill her." He finished. You're crazy! I wanted to scream at him, but bit my lip as fear churned.
The Marrok`s eyes darkened, but before he could say or do anything the Indian male seemed to shoot forward but Jacob saw it and immediately dug the knife in my neck! A whimper escaped me, the view of my own blood running down my chest was enough to physically stun me. The Indian immediately stopped in his tracks. Jacob grinned wretchedly. His laugh rumbled through his chest and I snapped. The wolf seemed to agree full-heatedly.
My heel slammed on his toe, not even stopping when I heard bones crush, and he released me with a yelp of pain. Then my foot made contact with his head blindingly fast, hard, and direct. He groaned as he slammed onto the cement instantly going unconscious. My wolf grinned, but wanted more payback for the torture he`d put us through for so long but I pulled her back, she steamed but obeyed. I had more important things to deal with…way more important.
