The broken and fragile

Part 12:Smile

I didn't have time to gain my bearings though. I stood quickly and pushed my way past them in the direction of the house. I was stopped my a hand that reached out and roughly grabbed a hold of my arm holding me in place. 

I spun around to look and found the face of the brute, and he wasn't happy. He was actually quite pissed, but not as pissed as when I swung my fist out quickly to connect with his adams apple.

He let go of my arm to hold his throat while he coughed. I turned and ran again not giving another second to standing there. Thank god I watched Jared's training session or else I wouldn't of known to do that.

I got a few feet away before I was tackled to the ground. Rocks and sticks dug into my hands as I tried to catch myself. I could feel the warm blood already to seep out of my injury hand as some rocks penetrated my skin. 

My body was flipped over to my back roughly then pushed into the ground. Twiggy was sitting on top of me holding the knife against my throat. The brute was stood behind him glaring down at me while he rubbed his throat.

The both of them tore their attention away from me when the sound of approaching paws could be heard. And they were coming fast.

"You keep an eye on the bitch I'll handle this." The brute spoke threw clenched teeth while he advanced the the person, or should I say wolf, that was coming.

I could hear his skin and clothes rip and he transformed into his wolf letting out a growl when he was done. I have obviously pissed him off.

Who ever was approaching us made it right after the brute was done changing. Their paws skidding across the earth.

I lifted my head slightly to see what was going on, being cautious of the knife at my neck. I looked at the new addition to the party and felt myself calm a little.

I knew those blue eyes, although the wolf form was new. He had a almost silver fur, black and white tufts of hair scattered across his body. His ears pinned back, his head slightly lowered in a threatening way, his teeth on display in a snarl, drool dripping down his mussel. His tongue swiped out and licked his teeth while he kept his eyes on the brute.

They circled each other for a few moments, sometimes swiping out with a paw or a false bite to try to catch the other off guard.

I lifted my head a little more trying to get a better few of what was going on as I was worried about Jared. The brute being about the same size as him in wolf form.