Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl #1) - Leia Stone Page 0,30

on the floor. A high-pitched scream of agony ripped from my throat.

My wolf was already taking one of the vampires down, while the other vampire stared at me in shock.

“She moved like us,” the male bloodsucker said stupidly.

“Get her before she grows too strong!” the female vampire snapped, and they all advanced in unison. I was experiencing my wolf tearing into the vampire closest to me while also staring down at the two holes in my hands. It’s like wherever I willed my attention to go, it went, but each body could think and act independently of the other. The holes seeped crimson, blending in with the red color of my pretty dress as I fought the very strong urge to have a mental breakdown.

What the fuck was happening? Why couldn’t I just be eating pizza or making out right now?

Something bumped into my leg and I yelped, only to find it was Sawyer’s dark gray wolf. He pushed me behind him as he and Eugene curled their lips back and growled at the vampires before us.

I was staring at my hands in fascination, the holes seemed to be getting smaller, while simultaneously feeling my wolf kill the vampire. I could see his screaming face, taste his putrid blood, but I was also just standing here staring at my hands.

Talk about mental problems—was I losing my mind? Was this really happening?

In unison, Eugene and Sawyer leapt, taking two vampires down to the ground each, leaving only the female. She took one look at my wolf, standing on the dead body of her friend, and hissed, retreating out the broken back window and into the night.

Helicopter blades whirred, and then only the sound of Eugene and Sawyer tearing into the flesh of the undead remained.

Howls rose into the night and Sawyer froze, looking at my wolf.

‘Shift back. Now.’

My heart hammered in my throat as my wolf bounded over to me. I stood there stupidly, staring at the weeping holes in my hands, which were nearly closed. Werewolves had rapid healing but not this rapid, and not when silver was involved. I should be in surgery right now … I should be…

I gasped as my wolf jumped into the air, headed right for me. Tensing, I flexed my muscles, preparing for her to slam into me. The hit never came, because right before she reached me, she went semitransparent and was sucked inside of me. There was pressure, slight pain, and then it was gone.

“What the fuck was that!” Eugene stood, naked and holding his junk as he stared at me, wide-eyed.

Sawyer walked across the room and I totally shamelessly checked out his amazing naked ass. He opened a linen closet and slipped on some basketball shorts. When he returned, he gave Eugene a large blanket. I was assuming because no shorts of his would fit the giant man.

“That was an assassination attempt,” Sawyer told him as Eugene wrapped the blanket around his waist like a towel.

Eugene shook his head. “No. Her.”

Sawyer stepped closer to the head of security. “That was an assassination attempt.”

Eugene’s eyes widened. “Sawyer, I work for your father. I have to tell him about her—”

“You protect me! Next year you will work for me.”

Conflict warred in Eugene’s gaze and he looked from me and back to Sawyer.

“Please,” Sawyer begged. “Don’t tell him about Demi.”

Eugene’s eyes widened and the sound of footsteps drew nearer.

“Why not?” Eugene whispered.

Silence descended over the room as Sawyer weighed his answer, before looking over at me sadly.

He lowered his voice to barely a whisper: “Because my father will have her killed.”

Fear trickled into my bones at his declaration, and then the footsteps arrived. Twenty armed Wolf City guards burst into Sawyer’s apartment, eyes wide.

Eugene took a deep breath and held the blanket firmly around him. “Please inform the alpha there has been an assassination attempt by the vampire coven. I’ll want to do a full investigation.”

Somewhere in the past few minutes, I’d started crying. I was still staring at my hands, now fully healed, as tears splashed down on them.

Sawyer’s bare feet came into view and he reached down and picked me up, scooping me under the knees and holding me tightly to his chest. “I’m taking her to the hospital to get checked out,” Sawyer informed the men present.

“I’ll take her, sir.” One of them reached for me and Sawyer growled, low and deep in his throat, causing the man to back up several steps until he bumped into the wall.

He walked me