Chapter 169

Chapter 169
Allie: 

Green grabbed him by his ankles, flinging him away. He didn’t hesitate, landing on his feet and standing back up, his eyes locked on mine. I drew my knives, flinging them at his head as I had seen. He caught one, dodged the other, like he always did.

And as always, he didn’t pay attention to Green as his attention was locked onto me. Green was able to tackle him to the ground and get two more good licks to the face. 

I swallowed, watching as Denver swung, slamming a fist into Green's face. 

Green and him traded blows, to the head, to the chest, to the gut. Denver extended his claws again, and I turned my eyes away for the first time though I heard the same scream rip loose from Green's throat as Denver raked his claws down Green's right side.

Green slammed a foot into Denver's groin, taking out his own claws and slashing his chest teeth, extending the bright green eyes of Fennick coming out. I saw the blood being poured out. This would slow him down, but I knew how to help. I threw a knife, landing into Denver's shoulder, the red of his wolf charging forward. Green yanked the knife out before Denver could grab it and tried to use it himself. 

Green threw it back to me. Denver used this distraction to land some blows into Green's knee, punching at the side, trying to dislocate it, but Green used this opportunity to sink his claws into Denver's back. The maniac roared in agony, giving me a ray of hope. I knew the fight was far from over. 

Soon, they would be battered and bloodied beyond recognition to the point where I wouldn’t know who would live. I watched as Denver pushed Green off, gathering his strength and landing a blow to my mate's stomach, sending him flying. 

As Green was down for a few seconds, Denver did his best to come after me. I grabbed the knife and got ready, slashing at his arm for only a second before Green grabbed him in a headlock, moving him away from me. Denver clawed at his arms, but the silver was having its desired affect his long talons shrinking under the metal's poisonous effect. 

I felt another inch of hope take root in my heart, but I remembered what happened next, and as foolish as it was, I screamed to warn him. 

“Green let go!” I screeched as Denver grabbed the other knife I had thrown earlier, using it to stab Green's arm. 

“AHHH!” he hissed, and I smelled the burning skin from where I was. I wanted to retch, terrified that this would be too much for him. 

Denver wrestled free from Green's hold and the two squared off again. Seeing that Green was more of a physical challenge than he wanted to acknowledge, Denver began his psychological onslaught again. 

“Using silver against one of your own? Allowing a human to use our one weakness? Supplying it to her?” He admonished Green incredulously, but they both were bleeding heavily. The blood had seeped all over Denver's back and Green's side. Their shirts are now coated with red. 

“You’re not one of my own. You’re nothing but a feral dog that needs to be put down,” Green shot back. 

Denver growled and snapped like the mangy mutt green had called him. 

He launched forward, swinging, but Green blocked one punch headed for his head, then the other headed for his gut, another one headed for his side, and then he managed to get a knee into Denver's gut. Denver swung wildly, making Green step back, avoiding the wild haymaker. 

“You wouldn't have gotten enarly as far without her help, you know that, boy, don’t you?” Denver sneered once more, his controlled punches gone now in place of desperate attacks. 

Green got his arms up in time to block, protecting his face and swallowing the punches at his side. Denver attempted to go for a few punches to the side that was bleeding sand, but Green swiveled out of his way, cranking an arm back and landing a solid punch to Denver's face. The crack sounded out sharply, and Denver hesitated if only for half a second. Anybody else might’ve missed it, but me, who knew how this fight played out, I was starting to notice all the little details that I had missed before. 

The sweat on his brow, the ragged breath, the red and green tinges from where the silver head entered his bloodstream. Green might be slowed down due to the side strike from earlier, but Denver wasn’t much better as it stood. They were already pretty evenly matched. 

Denver came back the half a second later, as if a ghost had possessed him, a movement of muscle memory came out in a flurry of punches that landed perfectly to Green, who had taken the subtle slowness in too much victory. 

“Green!” I heard my voice escape me in Denver, turned back towards me, just as Green was a little wobbly. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see him soon enough, he grinned, blood leaking from the side of his mouth as he ran for me. 

I put my knife up, ready to attack him. He launched at me. This time, actually making contact. Pinning me to the ground, my heart hammering in my chest, as I reminded myself that I had been here before, that I knew exactly what to do, but this time it was real. I don’t know how my hands might’ve moved on their own as his claws t extended. I took my knife, and I jabbed it into his gut. A strangled sound escaped him, and then his soiled scent was off of me. 

Green had him again. This time, he was high above Green’s head. I picture burst into my mind back to all those months ago, when Jeremy had Green training with weights that looked far beyond anyone’s physical capability. I never thought I would, but in that moment, I thanked that red-haired bastard. 

Seeing Denver get a hold of me gave Green a second surge of energy. He threw him away, and Denver slammed into a tree, but instead of letting him get back up, Green marched after him, dragging him over and slamming his head once, twice into a nearby rock. 

“You will not win this fight. The goddess has looked down on you, and she has told you no. You think you’re worthy of everything, you think you’re some kind of mastermind, some sort of messiah. And you’re going to lose to a nobody from nowhere.” Green told him a darkness in his voice I’ve never heard before. 

Denver’s face was smashed in his nose, broken, turning purple and black, and blue. Blood seeping from one nostril, one of his eyes was closed over. I knew, though, that the fight didn’t end here. I knew what would happen next, and I opened my mouth, trying to urge him to stop. I didn’t want this to go any further. I was going to toss one of my knives at him, even if it was futile, even if my words would never reach him in time. I still felt this desperation to try.

“Green, just end it!” I told him my knife was ready to be thrown his way. 

It didn’t matter, though, as if the second flew by as hours, I saw Denver’s Wolf take over his eyes, turning a deep blood red that matched the liquid pouring out from every orifice. He spun easily, sinking his claws into green, and I screamed loudly. 

No matter what I did, this is where the fight turned. Any hope I had was seeping out of me and into the ground.