I am proud of you

I am proud of you
"Stay the hell away from me!" Luna shouted, finally jumping from the tile as Blake got closer.




Her scream was so deafening that it hurt my ears a bit. But my pain and annoyance were the least of my concern as I watched Luna try to make a run for it only to get whacked fiercely in the back by Blake's wolf arm.




I could only imagine the force of the blow as Luna flew a few distances before meeting the wall harshly, her head slammed into the concrete, and then she hit the floor.




Blood immediately started rolling from her ears, mouth, and nose as she lay there, and when I noticed that she wasn't moving, my heart stopped for a second, wondering how traumatic that was going to be for Blake. After all, she and Blake share the same father, and they are blood, despite their conflict.




Finally, Luna's finger wiggled and a moan echoed from her lip. But her eyes remained closed and other than her fingers, nothing else was moving.




It wasn't hard to tell her wounds were more internal than external, and with how huge Blake's wolf is, I knew that her injuries were nothing less than serious.




"You fucking bastard!!" Loretta yelled, struggling to break free from her brother's arm, who wasn't letting her go. "I will send you to hell! Where you belong!!"




"Stop provoking it!" Rolex lashed out at her, in a thunderous tone. "You are going to get yourself kill and take me with you!" 





Fear was the only aura I was getting from Rolex and Loretta, even though their eyes displayed a look of hate and their lips were within a tight pout.





Neither of them was helping this situation with their screaming, and it didn't take long for Blake's wolf to turn her head towards them.




For a couple of minutes, she glared at Loretta and Rolex before she stared back at Luna, and I think she was waiting for her to wake up like Loki did before she could strike again. 




But when she didn't move, Blake's wolf turned to Loretta and Rolex and snarled, walking away from Luna's direction and heading towards them.




A look of desperation clouded Rolex's eyes, and within a split second, they shifted into yellow as his transformation began.




Suddenly, Blake's wolf stopped, but I don't think she did because she was afraid. It seemed more like she was waiting for him to complete his transformation to make it somewhat a fair fight.




When Rolex finally did, an earsplitting growl from her echoed in the room with a force of raw dominance, and I watched Rolex's wolf take a couple of steps back slowly before growling aggressively. 




But his howl was a cry out for help, and I knew I had to get Blake back to herself, or else the floors of this mansion were going to be soaked with Blood.




Within less than three minutes, I knew my guess was right when I heard a "Bang!" on the door, and its wood frame came falling to the ground, crashing on the tiles with a loud, "Bang!" 




In the doorway, I saw twelve wolves, walking into the room, growling and snarling aggressively as they stared at Blake.




Now, she was in the middle of Twelve wolves and Rolex's wolf. But that wasn't all because shortly after, Loretta shifted, growling at Blake with bloodthirsty blue eyes.




The elders and Killian in the corner of the room didn't seem to be willing to leave their posts or get involved with the fight, so it was fourteen against one. 




In no way was this going to be a fair fight, and I didn't know if I could trust Blake to handle them all. 




But before I could think things through, a wolf growled and ran for Blake. When he got closer, he jumped off the floor, attacking her in the chest, his teeth buried in her flesh. 




My eyelids stretched wide open when she struggled a little and then bit into the back of his spine and snapped his neck, sending chills down my spine when I heard the sound.




When Blake released his body out of her mouth, the room grew still before the sound of him hitting the floor echoed in our ears.




At that moment, I stared at Blake's bloody mouth and a gruesome memory flashed in my head of myself, and I knew that this wasn't what I wanted for her…. The nightmares and the torture of memories were not what I want her to live with. 




Deliberately, I made eye contact with her and tried to find the window to her soul in them. Yet, there was nothing but darkness in her alluring eyes, and it was clear that her wolf was realizing the extent of its full power which means she could wipe out everyone here.




Now, I wasn't worried that she couldn't handle them all. But I was scared that she was going to do it and regret it later on, or that she was going to change greatly afterward. But whatsoever the case was, I am not really to lose the Blake that I fell for, not today, not ever.




After a couple more seconds of silence, the sound of growling started echoing from the remaining thirteen wolves, and immediately, Blake faced them.




As they grumbled with force at her, she snarled and crouched backward ready to pounce on them with her furs standing erect on her back.





"Do not fucking advance towards her, if you love your damn life!" I yelled, clutching onto my chest as the pain from my wound tore through me.




Swaying my gaze away from Blake, I looked at Rolex and let out, "Tell them to stay the fuck back! Now!"




With his yellow eyes on mine, his wolf's ears erected, and its fur bristled. Then his lips curled up or pulled, displaying his incisors. But after a few seconds, his expression softened, and he growl gently, tucking his tail between his legs as he made his body look small.




That was a sign of submission, and once he did that, the twelve wolves slowly took a couple of steps back, lowering their heads as they whimpered.




Now, the only person that seemed hesitant was Loretta. But when Rolex snarled at her, she snapped back before backing away from Blake and standing behind him.




My gaze danced around the room and finally rested on Loki, who was still laying on the broken table in his human form, naked and curled up in a ball.




He seemed conscious and badly injured with bloodstained on his skin. But his chest was still rising and falling slowly.




Swaying my gaze off him, I stared at the elders and Killian, focusing solely on him a second later before looking back on Blake.




"How about we get out of here, huh?" I mumbled as I ambled toward her.




As I was getting closer to Blake, she laid her ears back flat against her head, looking defensive, as though she didn't want to listen to me.




But I kept advancing, pushing aside my pain until I was a foot from Blake. Then I raised my palm towards her and calmly uttered, "Please,"




The rage in Blake's gaze started to die down a little, and her head slowly lowered towards my hand until her nose was resting against the skin of my palm.




Gently, I stroked Blake's wolf fur, watching the bloodthirsty look in her eyes fade and her expression softened gradually.




Finally, her entire body lowered as her lips and ears drew back, and she arched her back and tucked her tail.




With my focus solely on her, I faintly smiled as she reverted to her human form, and when her body dropped into my arm, I kept her in my grip while struggling to take out my coat hand one after the other.




No one in the room moved or uttered a word the entire time, and I could tell by their body language that none of them planned to advance or attack.




After taking out my coat, I dressed Blake in it, feeling annoyed a bit that it was stained with blood, but glad that it was long enough to cover her properly.




"Are you okay?" Blake whispered, her eyes fixed on my chest.




"Yes," I mumbled, forcing a half-smile, even though Loki's nails really went deep in me, and my healing process was a bit slower than usual.




Resting her palm on my cheek, she caressed it as she cried out,  "I'm sorry." 




"Don't be," I mumbled, brushing my finger against her bottom lip. "I am proud of you!"




 "You are?"




"Mmmhmm!"




"I didn't scare you?"




Leaning toward her ear, I kissed it gently and whispered, "Of course not."




That was a lie. I was afraid, scared of the day to come that I would be one of the people she hates, and a brutal moment like this will be possible between her and me.




But if I am to die, I rather it's by her hands than anyone else because then I can feel at peace at last, even though I know it's a selfish thought.