Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 46

  "What was that about?" I asked Maria after I made my way over to her.

  She quickly wiped away her tears, as if I hadn't already noticed them.

  "Oh, um, I was talking to Marco and Doc. Y'know, to see how the blood scavenging is going," she nodded quickly, her voice wavering.

***Maria's POV***

  "But why were you crying?" He frowned.

  I looked up at him incredulously, tears threatening to spill again, "Why do you think, Wolfie?"

  He looked down, even a little crestfallen.

  My own mate doesn't want to call off his infiltration of my house.

. . . And now he's forcing me to do something about it.

  I ducked my head down and pushed passed him.

  I sulked over to the bar and plopped onto a stool.

Thank the goddess he didn't follow me.

I looked around, feeling uneasy. Probably from his eyes on me.

I sighed. I don't even know where everyone else is.

  "I wish this night would just end already," I mumbled to myself.

  "I might be able to help with that."

Chills went down my spine at the voice that came from a few feet behind me.

A voice so smooth and beautiful, it becomes eerie. That voice is so melodic, it sounds unnatural to the ear.

I knew I smelled something funny.

I turned my chair around and found a beautiful woman. A supernaturally beautiful woman, with flawless skin and and a perfect figure. Her eyes are huge and the palest blue most have ever seen. But all their eyes are like that.

All their faces and bodies are flawless.

But their minds.

Are terrifying.

I'm face to face with a hybrid.

Seemingly, not a very high ranking one, but deadly nonetheless.

Even to a total badass, like myself.

And the most ironic part about how lethal they are? No one else around us realizes the imminent danger standing in the same building as them.

They all probably realized there's something special about her, something off, even before they laid eyes on her.

All hybrids give off that vibe.

The vibe I give off when my eyes go red, but x3 in the 'you're gonna die' department.

But that feeling can be hard to identify if you haven't felt it, so most of the people in the club settled for giving her a sideways glance and putting a bit of distance between themselves and her.

While I feel like running for the hills.

But I can't do that because, I have no idea where the rest of my group is, dang it.

"I can end things for you right now," she smiled her creepy smile and jumped at me with her freaky hybrid speed.

"No thanks!" I sang as I caught her wrists in my hands. I looked at the dagger she must have pulled out of somewhere at some point, and it's WAY too close to my face for comfort. "I was just having a pity party. Don't you ever do that?"

She yanked out of my hold and came at me again swinging.

I blocked her blow with mine but my arm took some damage from the dagger.

I gritted my teeth through the fiery pain and went for her neck. I got in a good slash with my claws.

She didn't appreciate that.

Next thing I know, my head's being used as a sledgehammer to break a glass on the counter. she kept her hand on the back of my neck — reminding me of someone — and held my face to the surface.

"Ow! FRICK!" I yelled.

Yes, I said frick.

Anyway, because of her amped strength, I can't just shove her off, so I've gotta get creative.

And I've gotta do it before she stabs me in the head with the dagger she's already winding up with.

And I've also gotta do it with my head a little fuzzy from the impact.

So this isn't a good situation.

I ended up kicking back blindly, super hard, and it actually made her budge. It made her move just enough so the dagger didn't plunge into my head, but the wood next to it.