Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) (52 page)

Yahto and Chayton were standing on one side of the invisible line drawn between ou
r tribe and a rival tribe from
S
outhwestern
Washington.
Cain stood in the middle of her brothers; all three wore white tank tops and jeans. Thankfully they were clothed; they usually
ran
around naked at these parties.
I wasn’t sure what they were arguing about, but I was pretty sure that the other three were drunk.
Yahto doesn’t drink so he was trying to
be the calm one out of the six
, but he didn’t have the smarts to defuse the situation effectively.

“What happened?” Jarvis whispered in my ear.

I shrugged
.
“I don’t know.
Who are they?”

“The Spottedhorse boys.
Their fat
her is the alpha of their pack
and
refused to come because it was beneath him to celebr
ate for a white bitch like you
,” h
e explained and Tanis hit him.
“Du
de, she’s heard it all before
. T
here’s no reason to lie to her.”

Damn it.

There
was
one thing that
would
cause the consistently mellow Yahto to lose his temper, and that
was
insulting me.

“Are we going to rumble like in Westside story?” d’Artagnan
asked before
downing half of his beer.
“Seriously, it wouldn’t be that hard to kill them.
Their bodies burn rather easily
and are soft and squishy!
”

“What did you say,
Parasite
?” someone growled from behind him.

Lovely.

Another shoving match started,
only that
one
was putting
vampires against werewolves.

Tanis went to his brother’s aid, as did Romeo and Steffen
, while
Jarvis and I went to the six who were
yelling
at each other in the center
of the dance floor
.

“You are not welcome here,” Jarvis started.

“Go to hell
. T
hat bitch isn’t welcome anywhere!” one of them
snarled
.

Uh oh
.

That was all it took.

Cain was suddenly on one of their backs, pulling his hair and scratching at his eyes.

Yahto had one on the ground a
nd was punching him in the face
repeatedly.

Jarvis and Chayton were
arguing
with the other.

Dad and Toran were
in the
back with Mom and
Sabirella, trying to stop the yelling and shoving
between the vampires and werewolves.

The pack elders were struggling to keep the peace between the younger wolves who were just waiting for a fight to break out.

And I
stood there shaking
because of it all
.

“
Happy birthday to me
,” I mumbled.

From t
he corner of my eye, I caught
strange movement, and the light reflected off of something
metallic
.
The man looked like one of the other Spottedhorse boys, must
have been
the fourth, and he was going for my brother.

“Jarvis!” I
yelled and
everything went black before
light again, and
I was
suddenly
between them
without even moving
.
..to my knowledge.

Everyone stopped fighting and looked at us
as silence seemingly washed over the crowded area. T
he man and I were eye to eye, our bodies pressed together, his lips pulled back into a snarl.
There was something not right about him, a scent that polluted my senses and brought something primal to the forefront of my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed
that
bastard to die at all costs, but I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand why. There was nothing about him that stood out to me other than his stench and a peculiar necklace around his neck, one that wasn’t tribal in the least but it was familiar to me.

“You shouldn’t have done that,
you abomination of all that is holy
,” he growled under his breath
, pulling my complete attention.

“Yo
u’re probably right,” I agreed
and stepped
back.
“You might want to run, because if they cat
ch you, you won’t see it coming
,
”
I warned
and pulled
the switchblade fr
om my stomach
before
dropping it to the ground.

That
always happen
ed
whenever we
went
somewhere together; d’Artagnan
was
suc
h an arsehole and troublemaker
that simply his presence caused those around him to get
narked. I don’t know why I
bothered with
defending him
.
Sometimes having a
conscience
was horribly overrated
.

“Where’s Jay Dee?” I heard Reign call out.

Instantly my head snapped from the rude werewolf in front of me, to where I last saw Jay Dee. It was
struggle
to see over everyone’s
heads
, but eventually
I caught a glimpse of her white hair.
She was shaking her head in disapp
ointment at the actions of ever
yone
, including my own.

This is exactly what Toran and Reign
did not
want
to happen
.

I started pu
shing my way through the crowd
.

“Jarvis!” Jay Dee
yelled.

“Bloody hell, now what?” I groaned and the white hair seemingly disappeared. “What in
...
” my words trailed off as an
eerie
silence washed across the crowd and the air was suddenly saturated with an all too familiar smell: blood.

I could feel my eyes darkening to black pits of death, as were the eyes of each of the
vampires there
, but thirst was at the very back of my mind.

The woman I love
d
was standing
toe to toe with a
bronze-
skinned
werewolf
, his eyes
burned with
hate
and his
lips
were
pulled
up
into a snarl.

Touch her. I beg of you to be daft enough to touch what belongs to me!

“You shouldn’t have done that,
you abomination of all that is holy
,” he growled in her face.

I will snap your bloody neck if you
do not step away from me duckie.

“You’re probably right,”
Jay Dee
spat
through clenched teeth
before taking
a stepping back.
“You might want to run, because if they catch you, you won’t see it coming.”

Wait, what in bloody hell is that
supposed to mean?

She dropped something to the ground and the smell of blood became that much more potent.

Oh my god.

“No!” I
yelled and pushed
my way through the crowd of phasing werewolves.

This cannot be happening. Please, God, let her be all right.

Jay Dee swayed on her feet before collapsing to the ground.
I slid across the floor
and caught her in my
arms.

Jarvis stood there shaking, his hands balled into fists at his side.

I looked up at him.
“Kill that
sonuvabitch
,” I
snarled
, and he smirked, his clothes
ripped apart
as his body contorted into a large black wolf.
He pivoted, and went
the opposite direction as the others.

“I should have stayed in bed,” Jay Dee groaned.
“Didn’t I tell you something bad was going to happen?” she
complained before laughing
.

“
This
is not
a laughing matter
,” I choked.

“Are you going to try to eat me?” she
asked and
raised an eyebrow.

“Damn it, Duckie, that
is not
funny!” I
snapped at her
.

“Yeah it is, it’s
kind of
hilarious
in a sick and extremely
twisted
way,
”
she informed me.

I will kill every single one of these disgusting beasts if she... Atonement I will forsaken everything to get.

Jay Dee
started to get up but I held her down.
“Let me up
.
I’ll be fine in a minute.
..that’s more than I can say for him. I’m sure Jarvis already has him cornered, or Dad does,” she said, appearing slightly contemplative. “Or Mom for that matter...the last one that bucked up to her daughter was running on three legs by the time Mom was done with him. She’s a bad ass werewolf.”

“You need to go to the
bloody
hospital
!” I, once again, snapped at her in a completely psychotically parental manner. “You have
been stabbed.” I tried to apply pressure to
the
wound but
she
slapped my hands away.
“Damn it, stop fighting me on this.”

Jay Dee
shook her head then
ripped the hole in her dress
open
, exposing her entire midsection.

The cut was bleeding profusely but the inch wide wound was slowly healing, closing completely in front of me, and the bleeding stopped all together.

“I’m a fast healer,” she
said
.

What in th
e...

“How did you do that?” I choked as she pulled me to my feet.

“Werewolves heal fast,” she
said then
looked down at her bloo
dy and torn dress and groaned
. “
Damn it,
I actually liked this dress.”