Big Bad Wolfie

I kissed Desi's hand with wet lips from all the tears that ran over them, and covered her head with the blanket she was lying beneath.

I sniffled.

I thought I'd feel something.

I felt so much just a few seconds ago, and now it's all gone.

All I feel is my skin prickling with goosebumps, and something growing in my chest, but my subconscious knows I can't let it out right now.

I'm sure it's something adjacent to rage and sorrow mixed into an atomic bomb, but the numbness prevails.

I'm sure my instincts will know better than I do when to unleash it on me. Hopefully it's not at an inconvenient time.

I stood up and could immediately tell my eyes were red and vibrant by the way everyone looked at me tensely. Like they were on edge or afraid to do the wrong thing.

I don't know if they're right to be. I feel in control of my talent at the moment, but things like that have been known to change on a dime.

At least I'm well fed.

Or the werewolf blood that it smells like I'm drowning in would be a problem.

I've also been surprisingly good at coping with the magnified heavy breathing shrouding me and the feeling of eyes latched to my back like claws.

I think standing over the corpse of what used to be like a little sister to me offered some clarity for who the violence inside me should be directed towards.

It's not myself, not yet, and it's not the people in this barn.

It's those monsters out there who did this to her.

I looked to Brandon, who seemed to be the only one in the room that didn't look like he wanted to sh*t himself at the mere sight of me. Makes sense, he's the only one in here who's seen me like this with his own eyes.

Everyone else is probably just going based off terrible stories that are over exaggerated and embellished. Some were probably true too, though. Dramatic enough to make a good story without lying you're way through it.

Either way, I can't bring myself to care. All I care about is. . .

I don't know what I care about.

all to end

turned to stone. I could still feel the bomb ready to go off right beneath the surface and the hot tears stained to my face,

Brandon nodded with

quick prayer up to

and stop me to dress my wounds. Brandon just threw a first aid kit

my shoulder as I closed the door tight, somehow more somber

My mind

and it's not even

it into gear and get it

I'm angry.

Actually,

I won't be when the bomb in my chest

Either way, I want to take

the

closer we got to the front

be around people who can handle themselves. I hate

reflexes and senses are heightened, the playing field is more level between me and the hybrids. That helped us to get

we finally reached him. I couldn't help the slight relief in my voice, even in my numb

of them are covered in dirt and blood. I can smell not all of it is theirs, though. My heart slowed the

bad shape,

able to see that Wolfie is alive with my own eyes after what just happened, felt like a weight lifted off

the bomb in my chest, but it's a mercy from the moon goddess nonetheless,

a risk, but if it works, the casualties would be reduced

with practically no patience to

with sooner rather than later," Happy nodded his

just

by the second. Some in concentration, and others, *cough cough* Wolfie,

his head vehemently. "That's way too risky,

have to die," I tried to convince

won't even take the bait, and if he doesn't, the whole plan falls through," he

looked to Happy and Brandon for some support but found

point, Mari," Brandon

plan and everything will be just as risky and uncertain