Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 84

Like I was on autopilot, I pulled the poisoned knife from my waistband and sliced it through the Hybrid King's arm.

It hardly broke the skin, but that's not the point.

I sliced the knife across his arm to losen his grip, then grabbed onto Marco and slammed my foot into The King's chest. The combination of it all gave me enough momentum and strength to pry Marco from his iron grip so we both fell to the ground.

I scrambled onto my back so I could have eyes on the enemy, but the second I saw his towering frame standing over me with the whip clutched in his sadistic hands, I was a defenseless dear in the headlights all over again.

He smirked evilly.

Oh goddess.

"Come on Maria! Now is not the time to freeze!" Trainer Marco growled while grabbing me under my arms and forcing me to my feet.

By this time Rose was up the hill and composing herself to fight, and, as to be expected, Brandon came sprinting out of the forest after her.

I glanced around at the people counting on me to get my sh*t together.

And realized how dumb they were for doing that and how terrible of a person I am for tricking them into it.

All I can do is stand, stare, and be afraid.

Why did I think I could do this?

How could I forget how broken I am?

The three of them started to engage The Hybrid King, keeping him semi occupied.

It still looks like he's just playing with his food from where I'm standing.

I wonder if it looks that way from where Desi is looking down on us too. . .

Or my parents. . .

I wonder if they already know how this fight is going to end.

The smell of new blood spilling filled the air.

Now's clearly not the time to be wondering things about the after life, but I can't force my mind back into the present like I sometimes can.

. . . Or maybe this is the perfect time to wonder about the afterlife.

Either way my emotions won't turn off.

So there's nothing I can do about the thoughts.

How unfortunate.

I thought I trained myself so well in how to control them, but now the fear is forming in my stomach, crawling up my spine, and slithering around my throat like a vice, and I can't do a single thing about it.

I can't pinpoint where to intercept it, it's too overwhelming, too all encompassing.

Then two more bodies emerged from the forest.

One of which made me momentarily feel something other than fear when I sensed his presence.

But then the sharp sting of a whip slashed across my face, leaving fire in its wake.

That mixed with concern for Wolfie brought me out of my jumbled thoughts enough to notice Brandon, Rose, and Marco struggling to stand from their nearly defeated positions.

The Monster didn't pay any mind to them though, he just leered at me, a look of utter disgust on his face.

"You've got to be kidding me," he spat.

"I came here looking for a challenge. A Mistress.

And I got you.

How disappointing.

Maybe you and your little boy toy aren't even worth breeding."

I felt the bile rise in my mouth at the mere mention of that word.

"Your parents were strong.

I wanted to end their legacy tonight with you.

But turns out their powerful legacy really did die with them years ago.

How anticlimactic."

What he said didn't have time to have an impact on me because suddenly, I saw my parents.

Not in heaven with the moon goddess and all the other good people that have been lost, like I sometimes imagine when I have nothing else to think about. Or alive and well from a fond memory from when I was younger.

The parents I see now aren't like that. Now they're what I see in my nightmares.

As I see them now, they're alive, but not well. They're fighting, and they're nowhere close to winning.

In fact, losing is an understatement.

They're being destroyed, right before my eyes.

Piece by piece, they're torn apart, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

So much blood pouring from them, so much exhaustion on their faces.

They still push on though.

They still fight for what's right.

For what they believe in.

For what they love.

. . . For me.

I gaze on as my heroes do what heroes do.

And give their everything to save the day.

To save my day.

As quickly as their precious faces came, they were replaced by new ones.

I saw Rose get up after every slash and drive on.

I saw Brandon wipe the blood off his face and run straight back into the line of fire, head first.