Hi all, so this is the next chapter of the fight and it's actually from 2 POVS i think once you read the title you'll understand why. MissionaryCook once said that she wanted a Jake POV just to see how he was handling it all, and though I had initially planned a Zach POV I thought it'd be coolto combine them. I know a lot of women are torn between Zach and Jake right now, and the best way to choose your side is to hear them both out right? Ofcourse that time would be the fight. I think you'll realize that they are different and alike in a lot of ways. Let me know who you chose because our fight isn't over. LadyD321 had challenged me a few chapters back to make Jinny do something completely weird and out of character, and not explain it. But after reading a lot of inbox messages pleading to explain that WTF moment, I bit. I also think that other readers were wondering why they never attacked mid shifting for easy disposal. But come on... is anything ever that easy. :) I loved the reviews and hope to get the same chapter response this time.
Chapter 30: Battle of the heart: Shape shifter vs. Lycanthrope
The Shape shifter—
"And in that way you understand him,"
"—And I love him for it!..."
"You love him?"
"I love him… I love him… I love him…"
That conversation had been echoing in my mind since I'd heard it. Carlisle and the others constantly stressed the fact that it wasn't real. They knew that—hell a part of me knew that. But that didn't stop it from stabbing me in the heart when I heard it. Every time I thought of it.
No one wants to hear that their wife loves anyone other than them, so excuse me for flying off the handle and breaking a chair when her little therapy session with Merit brought out the truth—well the truth as a complement saw it.
I'd listened with rapt attention unable to keep my smile at bay as she recalled the way we started. How much she loved me, how she knew that we had always knew we'd belong together, how no matter what crazy shit the world threw at us we always fixed it and made it work.
Then the other half of the conversation, I had to listen to how charming Zach was. How much he needed her because he was torn between being good and bad, and I could feel bile rising in my throat.
And my heart broke to not only hearing that she loved him, but hearing her explain the reasons why he was a better match for her. We'd been together since her birth, built our marriage up and tore down our boundaries brick by painstaking brick. Every day she made me want to be a better friend, a better husband, a better father, a better person just by waking up next to her. And to hear her say that she felt like she had to be perfect and therefore didn't belong with me killed me.
In my eyes Renesmee Carlie Cullen-Black wasn't just the perfect wife, mother, friend, daughter, and niece; she was the perfect person. Not because she tried to be—because I never expected or asked her to be anything but herself— but because she made everyone around her—better!
Her smile, her laugh, her patience, her kindness. All of it. My Nessie is the heavens the stars and everything good and in those chocolate colored eyes the world gets a glimpse of it. She opens your heart and awakens your soul to things you didn't even realize you were missing before you met her. There aren't enough words, songs, or gestures to fully convey how much I loved her. And it wasn't just because she was my imprint—even though I thanked my lucky stars every day that she was— because I had no doubt that I would have fallen for her even if she wasn't. She was destined to be mine, and I wasn't going to give up on her.
I love her. Hadn't I proven that? I'm in a castle with dozens and dozens of red eyed bloodsuckers, because I loved her. She was my world, my rock, and if at any point this thing with Zach were real I'd love her enough to let her go no matter how much I hated it. I wouldn't touch a hair on his head if it meant she'd be unhappy. But this wasn't real, which thankfully made Zach a fair target, and tonight, he was going to have to come through me to get my wife.
No—she wasn't pushing us away because she thought Zach really was a better choice for her, she was doing it because she feels like she'd gone too far into this werewolf world to get back. She was my Nessie, I didn't care how many humans she killed, how violent she'd gotten, hell even if she'd actually given herself to him—though he'd die a slow and painful death for touching her— she was my wife, and I'd always forgive her, always want her, and always fight for her.
—
The Lycanthrope—
"We're already on the way my love, I'll see you at sundown…"
"Zach, turn back please…"
"I can't do that Reenie, there's so much at stake."
"—Is revenge really worth possibly losing the people you care about?"
"Getting you back is worth it…"
"Zach… I don't want my family to be hurt…I don't want your family to get hurt…I don't want you to get hurt…I love you…."
She loved me. That was the first time she'd said those words to me and thanks to her meddling family I was forced to hear them through a mental connection. I wanted to hear those words over the mountains of Tuva for real.
Even though I had spent every sleeping hour by her side, taking her to every place we shared an experience, and told her how much I love, wanted, and needed her—I was afraid that it wouldn't be enough. We were separated. I needed to be close to her, so she could feel how much I loved her. And if I were to be truthful, it scared me. The longer she was with them I feared she would be convinced that my love for her wasn't real.
Which was a silly notion in itself. There was nothing I loved more on this Earth than my Reenie. Though her family I'm sure, was more than willing to discredit my petitions of adoration once that victimizing assassin Merit gave them our history. And I'm more than sure once she got into my history, they felt rightly so in their prejudice.
Imbeciles! Like my history with women, love, and life should make me a detrimental match. If anything it makes me better! I've been around for more than a handful of lifetimes, and know exactly how to help her live her life to the fullest. Not keeping her holed up in some pathetic excuse for a civilization under rules and standards she had no say in setting in place. Give her the freedom to discover herself.
My history with women shouldn't depreciate my worth either. Our lives aren't an adolescent girl's love story, and only a fool would expect a person to be virginal after almost two-hundred years! Though my love for Reenie is as pure and can be as chaste as one of those books—the notion that love has to and will always be that way can only lead to more repression. Keeping us from embracing the more carnal desires within us, stirring feelings of guilt instead of the pleasure we should take from them.
The fact that I wasn't a high school boy with a crush should be considered an asset. I've loved and lusted with enough partners that I know what mistakes to not make. How to love her without smothering, and how to support her without enabling. A lover with enough experience to please her, knowledge of how to read her body and take things as gently or as roughly as she'd like without her having to utter a word. Making sure she was exhaustingly stated before I even began to think about my own gratification.
Reenie may not have been myfirst love, but I was mature and determined enough to say without a doubt that she would be my last. What other man could ever realistically promise that?! The arguments that what I felt started as physical attraction, and then shifted to complementary affection were outrageous. I've had more complements then I'd like to count but I wasn't foolish enough to not know the difference, because what I felt for Reenie exceeded that by leagues.
I've loved and lost and watched that love literally die every time, and somehow I survived. But I had no doubt that to lose Reenie would kill me. She was my salt and I never understood what Shakespeare meant until I met her. In King Lear it was all too easy for him to give everything to oldest daughters, spewing their flowery speeches of filial adoration. So easy to banish and take offense to the youngest daughter's simple vow 'I love you as meat loves salt.'
Not realizing until he was at his lowest that their love was conditional and he was forced to eat his meal without salt that he realized the truth. When it comes to love anything over substance is detrimental. My Reenie is like salt, unique, because she doesn't cover up the food she seasons, instead enhancing whatever flavors were there to begin with.
Reenie fought the standard complement bond, and rebuilt it to her linking. She never catered to a single whim just for the sole reason that she loved me. She challenged me, argued with me, fought with me. Never hesitated to tell me when I stepped out of line, which is something no one had done since I was born apart from my sister.
What we have is real, real enough to fight for, and I wasn't letting anything get in the way of us being together. Rennie is mine and though I'd rather not have the same death toll like all of the other Shakespearian tragedies. I was willing take it that far if they weren't willing to give her back to me.
—
The Shape shifter—
If I wasn't already phased, my body would have shimmered into wolf form the minute I saw him that's how much rage rushed through me. This is the guy that wants my wife?! What little patience I had evaporated when I watched him smooth talk at Asima.
This is his version of love for my Nessie? Shamelessly flirting with her best friend?! He's a dead man. I bolted through the vamps on our side, hell bent on starting this party early, only to slam into an invisible wall much to his amusement.
My head jerked between Bella, Asima, and Jabril trying to figure out which one was responsible for my cage.
He's baiting you Jake, can't you see that…Edward's voice insisted in my head.
I don't care! This is Nessie we're talking about… I argued still snarling— it got his attention.
He sized me up with one of those superior heirs that would rival a vamp, giving me a look like I was barely worth acknowledging, in no way seeing me as competition. Good— because there wasn't one. "You must be Jack…"
I growled and snapped at my cage harder. My blood on fire. He knew damn well my name wasn't Jack, but it was okay, because I had ways to make this asshole never forget the name Jacob Black.
Thankfully Edward relayed the message but used a more tasteful translation that left me disappointed.
Sorry… habit.He apologized in my head.
But Zach ignored me going on to call Bella and Edward 'mom' and 'dad'—something I don't even do after being married to their daughter for twelve years. I snarled and scratched waiting for the slightest break down of the barrier knowing that Bella couldn't hold it forever.
You need to focus bro, Leah snapped in my head from hundreds of miles away back him. Don't let your anger make you sloppy.
Seth agreed with her, We aren't letting her go anywhere, no matter what bull he tries to offer.
I'm surprised Asima hasn't hit him with hells fire yet, Leah snorted.
Something's up with her… Seth whined, and watching his vision link I could see what he meant. Her breathing was uneven and she was staring at the wolves with weird fascination.
But I couldn't focus on that, because Nessie called to Zach and the others from her post up high. The relief and joy that flooded her voice made me stop fighting the barrier and whimper. Why did she have to sound so happy to see them? I knew none of this was real, but the fact that she felt it was real didn't help things. To make her better, I had to kill Zach, and despite that fact that it would make me happy, it would temporarily hurt her.
The thought Nessie hurting for even a second— and me being the cause of that hurt— tugged on my heart almost enough to want to let her live this fantasy. But if I loved her, my job was to always save her, even if it was from herself.
Did that slutty blonde just hint at Zach ravishing my wife?! I growled and snapped at the barrier again, and I think I heard Edward echoing my snarls.
A prissy looking brunette snapped a warning at her. She called her Melanie. Yes, Melanie would be the next stop on my 'to kill' list. After Zach—nothing was taking him from the number one spot.
They started arguing with themselves like we weren't even there, and that was weird. But all of the girls turning into swooning vixens took the cake. All of them were focusing on a different werewolf, but most of them on one of the four up front.
I stopped resisting again when I heard Bella agree to the sexiness of a man going to war for her. She was actually getting all hot and bothered with the others. That's when I knew something was seriously up. Edward was the only thing that Bella saw, thought, dreamt, and breathed for. If a few minutes in werewolf presence could turn her into this then I could only imagine what it did to Nessie the weeks that she was with him. And I had no doubt he concentrated all of his energy on her.
It made me feel better, it solidified that this wasn't real. That her love for me hadn't faded—something I'd questioned since she made a choice to leave me—it'd just been masked by whatever this was.
I'm glad you can be happy about it… Seth muttered bitterly, trying to Asima's attention and failing horribly.
It was my glimmer of hope, and I was holding on to it.
—
The Lycanthrope—
It isn't working. Why isn't it working?! That damned interfering executioner no doubt. My sister had given me an ingenious loop hole and no one could hold their irritation that it was failing.
I promised Reenie that I wouldn't hurt her family if she were able to get them to leave the Volturi behind, but she'd failed. And even though I knew our agreement was now null and void and the Cullen's were fair game I didn't want her to hate me after this was over.
I knew eventually she'd forgive me, but I wanted to spend as less time as possible on her bad side. So Nina offered an alternative to us being remembered as the people that slaughtered her family.
"We'll show up before the moon rise as a sign of good faith. Offer to come to an agreement which of course they'll refuse. Reenie may think this can be resolved without a fight, but you and I both know better. We wouldn't give her up without anything less than a fight, so I know they won't either." My sister plotted, her normal angelic expression hard with hate. The Cullen's and Asima almost killed her, and she didn't forgive very easily. "Then we wait. You and the boys are practically pheromone factories leading up to the full moon. Every girl vamp is going to be fighting to jump your bones."
I sighed impatiently unable to see a point to her scheme, "I don't see how making Reenie jealous of women that can't even compare to her will be much of a help. Most likely she'll try to kill anyone that touches me herself and I don't want her having an emotional breakdown from hurting someone."
"No, making her jealous won't help, but making the men will. You don't think any of those guys won't dart after their mate and attack first? You would kill someone for less and you know it." She rolled her eyes when I didn't argue. "If they attack first, it becomes defense. They don't know we can handle ourselves before a change, so they'll think they have an advantage."
She had a point, the hours before the full moon we were in peak physical condition even in human form. It was the one time where we were equals to vampires, not less as a human or more as a werewolf. I could still see one flaw in her plan, "You forget they have Merit on their side, she could tip them off."
"That killer couldn't know. Grey wouldn't have told her that, he knew not to talk weakness with complements." Nina disagreed.
I had raised him well, but obviously not well enough because I failed in teaching him the basic rules of survival. Always keep your vulnerabilities secret. Not that I was any better, the minute that pair of pretty chocolate eyes batted and asked how we were killed, I barely resisted when I gave it to her. Granted she only knew a piece, but we were all trained enough to not leave our hearts and heads wide open just in case too. It was a good plan, she'd already be put out with us for hurting her family, and maybe them attacking first would lessen the blow. "Alright."
Nina squealed and hugged me, "Let's go get my sister back now. I miss her. I'm thinking there should be a June wedding..."
Obviously Nina and I were wrong to think Grey withheld information from Merit, because there we were, casting pheromones potent to the point that it was palpable and the guys were fighting to keep them from rushing to us.
Now we were out of time. Moon rise was amongst us, and the younger wolves were starting to change. The first four, the women, and I having years of experience fought to delay our change until the last minute. Just in case one of them got the idea to take a shot while we were distracted with transformation.
Once the majority of our brothers and sisters were finished—only then did we succumb to the moon having complete faith that they had our backs as well.
When the final bones snapped into place, we were met with dead silence. Neither side took the first step most likely trying to find a weak point in each other's defenses. And I was certain that the shifty one named Emmett was going to make the first move and we would get our 'defense'. Then the shag of a dirty blonde blurred past me and vampires started to rush. Jinny. She single handedly pushed us to the attackers instead of the attacked, not caring about Reenie's feeling's at all.
When this was over, if she didn't die— I was going to kill her.
My sister's voice called in my mind. Damn it Jinny, you just couldn't wait could you?!
Just shut up and get to the other hybrid. You know you want to kill her. Jinny snapped, in no way feeling remorseful.
Nina was torn, because as much as she wanted to kill Asima not only for trying to kill her, but for abducting Reenie and upsetting us both—she didn't want to risk Reenie hating her for killing her best friend.
She'll forgive you…if she's as great as you all say. Jinny snipped tearing the head from a grey haired vampire with ease. Not that I'm opposed to Volturi revenge, but one complement isn't worth all of this trouble if you ask me.
She is and then some! I swore crushing a vampire's throat. She's been nothing short of horrible to Reenie since she'd came to join us. Know your place or I'll put you in it! You did something really stupid just now and if Reenie doesn't forgive us, I won't forgive you.
It was amazing how calm I could be amongst the fighting. I couldn't believe that I spent any time at all worrying about how much Merit revealed. They were hardly adequate enough to even be considered an adversary.
Nina grabbed the arm of a vampire running alone and tossed him my way. I demolished him quickly. Thank you dear sister, now go find the one you want.
Fine, but if Reenie hates me after, Jinny better not sleep for a month...Be safe brother.
I internally grinned, I didn't need to be safe. My sights were on the only other man that held a piece of my Reenie's affection. I knew once he was no longer in the picture her heart wouldn't be torn anymore, and I was hell bent on setting her free.
—
The Shape shifter—
I was free, finally. I looked to my left and right seeing Asima, Seth, Jabril and Phil, fighting by my sides. It was mainly going to be Asima, Jabril and Phil working to disable, while Seth and I finished things off since Merit coached us so differently.
The minute that angry looking blonde rushed at us my eyes were already set on him, We're going after Zach!
I'm all for that, Seth agreed close on my heels.
Asima and Jabril were forced to be the logical ones. "He's going to be expecting that," Alyssa cautioned, but kept up with us.
"Yes, and no doubt everyone will, no doubt having a throng protectors we'll have to get through." Jabril agreed.
I don't really care— but the minute I said that no doubt a werewolf running interference tackled Phil to the ground. Shit.
He pulled himself up easily, the five of us surrounding it as best we could, taking the thing from different sides. The five of us moved like a true pack, dodging claws, and bites, attempting to confuse it enough for an opening. And when we saw the slightest shimmer of a cower, Jabril sprang first, getting its attention then Phil and Asima locked their hands clothes lining it to the ground. Phillip crushed his throat, effectively breaking its neck and leaving Seth and I to take it from there.
The fight was relatively easy, but lasted a while leaving us spent for a bit. Phil breathed down over the remains of the werewolf, practically ferocious. Jasper had suggested that he fight with their group instead, that the amount of violence surrounding a newborn might awake a different kind of bloodlust and he'd attack Jabril and Asima since they were the closest thing with blood in their veins and supposedly smelled so good.
The four of us watched him breathe roughly, the snarl echoing in his throat, but much to our relief he looked up with a smirk on his face. "When I learned Red Rover in kindergarten, I would have never guessed it'd save my life in a werewolf versus vampire showdown."
Asima let out a rough giggle of relief, "It was a brilliant idea, and we'll use it again no doubt."
On to Zach! I reminded, taking off again trying to spot him as I ran once we made sure he was okay.
"That was easier than I thought it would be," Jabril breathed hopeful.
Leah was in my head worriedly telling him not to get cocky, I'm sure it won't be so easy with the main group.
Jabril smiled sadly, at her worry. He knew based on the tenor of her thoughts in Seth and mine's head that she was in agony watching us fight and not being able to have our backs. So he reassured her. "We've got a solid group my love and it's already getting late into the night. The moon won't last forever."
He's right, Seth agreed. Now can you spectate in silence, we need to focus on not dying.
The sarcasm in her tone held an edge of humor, Fine baby brother, just be careful… all of you.
—
The Lycanthrope—
They were working in groups! I snarled, that had to be the work of Merit. I'd been killing vampires for scores, and never once saw them think about anyone else's survival than their own and of course their mates if they had one.
The pain of another fallen brother ripped through me, didn't they know that we were linked? That as a family we gathered strength not only from the moon but from each other?
This shit is insane! Ray growled when both of us managed to get surrounded by a group of four.
Being my friend since practically birth, I knew him well enough to know that fear wasn't the cause of his outburst—but annoyance. When a red headed male leapt at us, he swatted him away with ease. Tell me about it… I concurred figuring out the best option. We'll make quick work of this, find the strongest groups, and eradicate them first…
Works for me, He agreed going for the attack the same time I did.
We'd been fighters for a long time, and our ability to fight upright and on all fours was a detrimental key to our survival that not all of us had mastered. So I couldn't hide my mental smirk when the surprise in their eyes kept them from making the split decisions of defense.
Using our claws and teeth, we tore and ripped through their marble exterior letting them meet a quick demise.
This is the best the Volturi has to offer? I grimaced, angry with myself for waiting so long to carry out our vengeance. If I had any idea it'd be this absurd, I would have acted sooner.
Peter and Daniel passed us, running through the others and watching them fall over themselves trying to get them, finding their stumbling comical. We've had worse fun… Peter defended. Daniel got his attention, Let's get the one running by themselves…
Ray internally shook his head looking over the carnage, Those two can make a game out of anything. So, who would you say is the strongest group?
We scanned the crowed together, and flinched when I felt another rip. Another string raveling from the tapestry that was my family. Brian. My body jerked in the direction to see who was responsible. It was that damned Jack and that other half vampire that almost killed my sister.
They killed Brian… Ray realized more than shocked. But he was an ambidextrous fighter like us…
That's where we head… I decided, calling Nina. We need you dear sister. The three of us should be able to separate that group easily.
It didn't take her long to dispose of her work and come to me. I am currently on a hunt for that green eyed bitch, what could I possibly do for my dear brother and darling husband? It was amazing how the moon never seemed to be able to take away her ability to be a sweetheart one minute and a force to be reckoned with the next.
I jerked my head in the direction of the group of five and the three of us went on. It didn't have to be said that Nina was going to take Asima, and whoever else thought to fight with her, and Ray would back her up. But Jack…he was mine.
Werewolves have the uncanny ability to remain hidden, even when you're surrounded by werewolves and seeking them out. So it wasn't a shock that they didn't notice us until we were already amongst them.
Let's see how you like getting attacked from behind! Nina snapped and pounced on her, pushing them both in the dirt. Ray quickly engaging with the two vampires and wolf that attempted to run to her aid. Jack however didn't move to her defense, instead turning on his heels in my direction. Staring into my eyes with such hatred that there was no doubt in his mind that it was me.
Game on pup…
—
The Shape shifter—
Seth, stick close to Phil and Jabril but go help Asima. I growled, not taking my eyes off the black shaggy assholes standing upright.
Seth looked between where Asima was fighting and where I was having my standoff. He knew his place was with his wife, and it didn't take a genius to know that he'd go to her. But what about you, man—
—I can handle myself. I snapped trying not to make my snarl sound like it was for him. He went without a second thought after that. He was large, but I didn't let that scare me. I crouched low, both of us snarling and snapping at each other, waiting for him to make a move.
He didn't hesitate to launch himself at me, a claw shooting at my throat. I twisted around sharply, rolling around until I was back on my paws. I tried to give the illusion of submission to lure him in.
His teeth glistened in the light of the moon, almost a smirk letting me know that I wasn't fooling him. He rushed me, and I sprang back up under his momentum scratching at his back and legs mercilessly, only needing to get my teeth on him.
He tried to take away my reason for living, and there was murder in my eyes. He gathered strength from what seemed like nowhere whipping his head past my face, sinking his teeth into my ear, and I could feel the cartilage cracking under his jaws making me let out a whimper of my own.
—
The Lycanthrope—
Surely you can do better than that Jack. I growled full of humor even though he couldn't hear me as I righted myself.
He didn't deserve my Reenie, and when I secured his tail between my jaws and he let out another whimper it proved me right. We rolled and scrabbled over the ground taking out other fighters in our struggle but it didn't deter us.
We were two Alpha's both after the same thing and the only way for one of us to get what we wanted was to kill the other. His moves were fast, and I had to give him credit. But I was stronger, and more skilled. Ignoring the pain of his bites I managed to flip him onto his back ready to sink a taloned foot until his chest, when he did the unthinkable.
—
The Shape Shifter—
I phased back into human form before he could finish me off. My less massive frame able to escape his grips with ease.
Thank you Merit… I sighed to myself remembering her coaching to me and Seth. She explained to me that they had an advantage to fight on either two or four legs which would limit us, but if we were willing to let go of the idea that we had to stay phased the entire time and shimmer back and forth as needed, we'd have the upper hand. She was right.
Changing back, I nipped at his flank before clawing at the back of his neck only to change back again before he could attempt to retaliate. I punched the tip of his muzzle before separating myself. Not that it'd really hurt him, more because I wanted to punch him in his cocky face longer than I could remember and now seemed like the only opening.
I ran back out him barefoot jumping to phase midair and —
—
The Lycanthrope—
Not that shit again. I swore slashing my arm across his chest stopping him mid change letting him fall to the ground.
It as a clever trick, but I'd be a fool to fall for the same thing more than once or twice. My nails ripped through his flesh too easily. The skin shredding and hanging from him in slivers as he writhed in pain. His human scream sounding a lot more comical than his tiny wolf whimpers. He grunted and grabbed at the ground, turning back and I wasn't sure if that healed him or not until he snapped at my neck again.
Both of us clawing and snipping but neither gaining purchase gave me a clue that we were actually more matched than I thought, but only one of us was a match for Reenie and it wouldn't be him. So eventually I'd win.
He swiped at my leg making it buckle and for the first time since the fight started, he was able to pin me. I shifted my head to either side dodging his teeth until I gathered enough strength to push him off but then we heard a scream.
—
The Shape shifter—
"Jacob please!" A tear filled voice begged from behind me. "Stop fighting, I can't take it."
It was Nessie, my Nessie. What was she doing down here? It was too dangerous. I wanted to look back and see her, but I knew I couldn't risk diverting my attention from Zach beneath me. I was about to finish him off when I felt her warm hand touch my flank.
The warmth of it shooting through my body and going straight to my heart. Her sniffles, and cries distinct even over the fighting around us. No no… I whimpered turning my head to my browned eyes angel. Don't cry…
Zach's eyes widened in disbelief beneath me, and I could sense his outrage and fear for her safety just as much as mine was present. But she squatted by Zach's head so that she could look at both of us.
"Please, stop it, both of you." She begged again this time staring at Zach. She stared in his eyes, and I had no doubt that she could understand whatever he was trying to communicate. "But I couldn't let him kill you. I love you…" She defended.
Her telling him the words right in front of me made me sink my claws into sides more forcefully. And she winced at his grunt, tear filled eyes staring back up at me. "Jacob no…please... Hurting him is hurting me too."
I wasn't sure if she meant physical, or emotionally but either way I had a choice to make. I knew none of this was real, but for her in this moment, it was. And seeing her cry, and plead for him like that…I fought every instinct I had because I loved her. Opening my paws, I released him and backed a bit away.
—
The Lycanthrope—
That idiot. Of course he'd have a weak moment. That only furthered the reason why he wasn't meant for My Reenie. He wasn't willing to be the bad guy for even a little while if it worked out for her greater good—I was.
The moment I had free range I swung backwards send Jack flying across the space gathering myself before I could lunge again.
"No Zach!" Reenie demanded blurring between us. "He loves me, and you can't hurt someone that loves me. You promised!"
But you love him! I defended. Didn't she understand that made things so much worse? I had to end Jack because he was the only thing keeping her from fully loving me.
Jack was snarling behind her, waiting for her to move and resume our dance as well.
"You're right, I do love him so I can't watch him die any more than I can watch—" Reenie didn't finish her sentence, flying away from us underneath a dirty blonde tangle of fur.
Reenie hands flew up to cover her face, and became the victim of bites. I didn't hesitate for a second to go to her side, Jack not being so important anymore.
My teeth ripped at her back separating the two. Are you fucking crazy Jinny?
She almost got you killed. He snarled in defense, Jack was nuzzling her, and as much as he irritated me, I was grateful that he was making sure she was alright. I told you she was going to get us all killed! Over what?
I growled at her, She's everything.
She's nothing— Jinny snapped back.
"I'll show you nothing!" Reenie snapped lunging for her much to all of our surprise. Reenie grabbed a fist full of the shag on the side of Jinny's head and brought her to the ground head first. The two of them rolling around and snapping at each other in a tangled blur.
Jack and I watched anxiously, because even though the moon made Reenie stronger, she wasn't werewolf strong. Neither one of us fought each other as we waited for an opening to separate the two women so I could deal with Jinny myself. Death would be the punishment for her crimes and even that wasn't enough of what she deserved.
Everything was perfect before you came, he was mine! Jinny snapped and snarled.
"He hasn't been yours in forever!" Reenie snarled rolling on top of her sinking her teeth into Jinny's side making her howl. She continued to bite at her naming the reason for each one. "That's for always hitting me with cheap shots—That's for making my life hell— And that's for kissing me!"
I couldn't control my rage at that point. Grabbing Reenie as gently as I could to manually separate them before taking over where she left off. You kissed her?! I yelled internally becoming more enraged when she didn't fight me back. Reenie may not have understood the severity but I did.
To kiss another werewolves complement was an attempt to sway them with confusion into another direction. She was trying to break our connection and even though my heart soared that Reenie could resist without even knowing what was happening, but I was right before, death wasn't good enough.
She never fought back, even after I broke her legs she attempted to defend herself. I just wanted to see what was so special about her. There was nothing…I don't understand how you could choose her to be your forever over me…
Of course she didn't understand, but the fact an emotion as unstable as jealously could make her stoop so low was proof enough. I gave up on killing her myself, she wasn't worth my effort to dispose of. Instead I tossed her to an Egyptian vampire manipulating fire to handle instead.
An uneasy feeling flittered through my stomach when I saw a shimmering silvery arrow fly across the moonlit sky, and not long after felt the tug of another string unraveling in my tapestry. She was dead, and it hurt so much that all I could do was howl at the sky, a few others joining with me, also feeling that the death of one of our original women were no longer with us.