Wolves of a different Pelt by Aurora Kryan (interesting books to read txt) 📖

Her companion called out worried.

I aimed the gun at him making him stop his advance. Prof. Dennis was getting up at that time.
“I’m a kick your ass!”

“Wana bet?”

I took the gun and swung it into her skull knocking her out. That angered her friend and he charged at me. I jumped over his head spun grabbed the rope and choked him. I kept the pressure on till his hands slowed down there frantic clawing then I released him kicking his back so he was thrown to the ground next to woman. I rushed to the boy who was halfway out of the net.

I pulled him out with ease about to tell him run when I felt an intense burning in my arm and heard the sound of gun fire. I screamed out in pain clutching my arm as I started to fall to the ground. The boy gripped my shoulders keeping me up. I felt blood ooze over my hand,

crap I should have tired the bitch up.

“Where’s my belt.” I gasped out.

My eyes were squeezed shut when someone started pulling my hand away from the wound. I opened them finding the boy wrapping my belt around the upper part of my arm tightly tying it off. I put my hand back over the hole to try and stop it from painting my arm and side red.

(Like that would help) Then to my surprise the boy put himself in between me and the psycho chick with a gun.

What is he doing?

I pushed his shoulder with my clean one so I didn’t get blood on him. His hazel eyes looked back and down at me, he had to be at least six foot tall.

“Just shift and leave already you’re the one they want. I can take care of myself.”

“No you got shot because of me I’m not leaving you here defenseless.”

“Oh my dear knight in shining armor I was so lost without you,” I said in a girly voice then more seriously, “Cut the crap hero boy and move it!”

I shoved him as Prof. D shot at us again I just barely made it out of the way this time.

He’s going to get me killed yet geesh.

The boy unfazed by me ran at Prof. D taking the gun and throwing it away. They engaged in a fist fight as each tried to keep the other from the gun. I shook my head;

just shoot her already self defense man

.Drawing my arms up to cross them over my chest I let my erratic breathing even out.

Picturing the fire within me I started the process of changing. My mind was blank to everything but my wolf soul, a white flame with black flecks at my center.

Come forth and let my true self be known, let the blood of my ancestors run free once again.

I felt and imagined the fire bend to my will flowing through my body and when it reached my fingers I threw my arms to my sides in a primal growl. All the fighting stopped and all eyes were on me.

“Think I’m a better prize? Come get me!” I said motioning the professor with one claw.

Werewolves and shape shifters

Since no one made a move or even breathed I laughed. My ears caught the sound of coughing and twitched back. The Professor screamed and ran back five paces to hide behind a tree. I frowned letting my wolf ears drop down,

oh come on I’m not that ugly…am I?

The boy regained his composure the fastest taking a few hesitant steps toward me and then ran a hand through my white hair.

I closed my eyes, no one but my mother had ever ran their fingers through my hair when I was this way. When his fingers disappeared I opened my eyes again seeing in enhanced color and the soul of his wolf, it was blue with white flecks in it. I blinked making my “soul vision”, as I like to call it, go away. Leaves rustled somewhere else and my ears swiveled in the direction.

“You are a better prize who needs a shape shifter when you can have a werewolf. And since you like things the hard away well skip the please.” That practically annoying voice of hers called out from behind a red wood.

I turned to her with my blue eyes glaring only to back up and pull the boy behind me. She had found the berretta and already pulled the trigger halfway back I could hear it clicking. I hunched forward and barked at her showing off my sharp teeth. The gesture worked and she jerked just enough to put her aim off by a hands with.

I pulled on the green t-shirt behind me so he would move left enough like I was. The bullet whizzed past my face blowing my hair some as it did. I took my chance and lunged giving a battle cry I crushed the gun in my claws. Kart wheeling I hit her in the jaw again this time with my shoes that had claws sticking out of them. She flew over the fence screaming. I turned to the boy.

“Shift and run I’m right behind you.”

“Got it.”

This time he didn’t hesitate he closed his eyes and two seconds later he was a large white wolf running through the woods. I checked to make sure the man with the professor wasn’t around to follow.

O wow ow ok shoes and wolf don’t go together.

I pulled the trashed shoes off my poor wolf feet. I stretched out my clawed toes then left the shoes lay as I took off after the boy.

I made it through the darkening woods faster than I did the first time,

bonus for inhuman werewolf speed.

Digging my claws into the giant log I jumped two hours before I launched myself into the air through the canopy and into the clear night sky above the trees. On the downward fall I lashed out at the first branch I saw and swung to the next one.

I repeated the swinging motions till the trees thinned out to much to keep within arm’s reach. Summer saluting past three maples I landed on the fourth to listen for humans. I used soul vision to look for the boy but didn’t see him, but I found one small red human soul ahead. I flipped my ears forward and caught the sound of my Mom breathing then extended my hearing to the house where I found more breathing but it wasn’t my friends or dad.

I growled at the presence.

Why!?

My head shouted. I started moving again dropping lower and lower till I hit grass and then I took off running. I slowed to a brisk walk at the last large maple that was just ten foot from our house. My Mom’s head shot up when she saw me and she ran forward
.
“Oh Honey!” She yelled wrapping me in a hug.

“Sorry Mom I didn’t mean to worry you. But that wolf he was-“

I stopped talking as a familiar scent was blown to me and when I looked up he was walking out of my house.

Runaway

Pulling from my Mom’s death hug I jabbed a clawed finger at his chest careful not to draw blood but I pressed it in more. I was growling so low I didn’t think my Mom could hear it five feet away from us. I got in his face baring my sharp teeth.

“You are lucky I don’t filet you right here.”

“Why?” He asked genially confused.

“Because I almost got shot four times instead of once. When I say run I’ll be fine I mean it!” I shouted.

He flinched at the way I accused him of endangering my life. We both knew the only reason I got shot was because I came out from my hiding place and stayed to help him. Mom on the other hand didn’t she just heard I got shot. She made this weirdo squeaky screech and pulled me away from the boy to see my arm.

Hey I’m not done yelling at him!

I thought but instead I said.

“Mom calm down werewolf member I heal just like that,” I snapped my fingers and gently pulled away from her,” Look its already stopped bleeding and closed halfway I’m fine.”

She let the issue go and went into the house,

no doubt to get medical supplies.

I rested my head in my hand and sighed,

what am I going to do? I have to leave but it would kill her

, I flinched when I imagined Professor Dennis shooing her,

better than her actually getting killed.

I found courage in that thought and looked up only to find the boy standing right there looking at me. I jumped when I realized he was a foot away.

“Geezus quite doing that kid! I swear one of these times I won’t hold back the punch.”

“Stop calling me kid and boy.” He said angrily.

“Well it’s not like I know your name, mines Indura.”

His face changed and looked younger. “Names Spirit.”

“Like the horse?”

“Yeah.”

He groaned but I couldn’t help but laugh, at least I got him to smile. Then mine fell Mom was walking out with the first aid kid in her calloused hands. I smiled sadly at her as she looked down at the instructions for something. Her short hair was graying again so she’d have to buy hair dye soon and her glasses were taped along the side from where she dropped them so much.

She pointed at the table I had been sitting at to eat, I sat down on the table pulling my tail around my side and laying it in my lap. Gingerly she dabbed away the blood on my arm. Her face was probably sad and she was no doubt already crying but I didn’t have the courage to look at her.

“Mom, I uh have to leave for a month. There was a woman in the woods who saw me as I am and she wants to show the world werewolves exist so…” I just stopped talking I couldn’t go on.

“No.” Was her fierce answer.

I knew she was crying but she didn’t know what was going on. None of us did. I slid off the table and faced her glaring more than I meant to.

“Yes,” I shot back just as fierce,” I got shot Mom I can heal fast and won’t die, “

I hope

, I silently added,” you will so I’m going weather you want me to or not.”

My resolve crumbled just like that when I saw her crying.

Sure I can face down guns but when it comes to my mother’s tears I’m jello.

I hugged her tightly whispering in her ear that I’d be fine and come home soon. She kept shaking her head and I knew it was a useless attempt to get her blessing to leave I would just have too without it. Regretfully I pulled away from her at inhuman speed and ran into the house a trail of tears