Faloye Abdul Martin

It's about a young boy who became a wolf over night. He found out he had a reason for becoming a wolf, which was to protect the supernatural from attacking humans and also to stop humans from hunting down the supernatural. He also had to protect the love of his life and his son from his enemies. Which is why he wouldn't forgive anyone who tried to harm them.

The Fate Of A Wolf

My stray fist must have smacked one of the instructors, because I heard a string of curses, followed by: “She broke my jaw, fuck!”

“She’s unbelievably strong and fast,” someone complained. “We’ve got a savage wolf in a fit of rage!”

I wish I had been this strong when Shade had grabbed me from that bush.

Satisfied laughter, sounding a lot like Paris’s, tickled my ears.

“Pip, stop! Let it go, Catnip, before they hurt you.” Shade again. “Listen to reason!”

I listened to no reason anymore. I had enough rage and sorrow. The image of me lying on the operating table swirled back to me in full force, overwhelming my mind.

I’d been prodded, abused, experimented on, and violated beyond anyone’s imagination. Another image of fire and smoke blasted into my head. Some of my tormentors had died in the collapsed lab building, but many more of them still lived. Those who had hunted me would come to find me again. They’d never stop until they stole my last breath.

Rage burned behind my eyelids. I was still powerless to go against them. They ran a powerful, secret organization. They were a horde, and I was alone.

I never wanted to feel helpless and powerless again.

A couple of electric batons rammed into my lower back, but that didn’t stop me. The high-voltage shock went through me, charging me with more energy, and I threw my head back and laughed.

“Fuck. That didn’t work either.” It sounded like Coach Whistle.

Rough hands, it felt like dozens of them, grabbed me, trying to rip me away from Viviane, while she rammed her fist toward my eyes. The electric batons couldn’t do any damage, but the bitch’s potent punches hurt like hell.

“Put away your fucking guns!” Shade screamed amid the chaos. “Whoever fucking kills Pip dies with her!”

Someone had tried to kill me to stop me.

“Sedate her immediately!” Coach Whistle shouted a series of instructions. “Give her the maximum dose.”

I felt a sting in my neck and a rush of cool liquid into my vein. My limbs grew weak as toxins flowed into my bloodstream. I fought to stay conscious, to keep my eyes open, especially as I saw BJ’s fist rushing toward my face. I turned at the last second. Her punch rammed into my ear.

“That hurt, cunt!” I yelled, but my voice had lost some strength. “Your turn.”

I had maybe two seconds before darkness overcame me, but I’d make those seconds count. “Let’s make you a one-eared, Princess Blow Job!”

Even with my hands bound behind me and the potent sedatives flowing in my veins, I headbutted my forehead against BJ’s before I twisted to the side, opened my jaw, and tore off the bottom half of her ear.

I roared my victory while I spat half of her bloody ear into her face. I ignored the blood dripping from my teeth, mostly because my vision was beginning to fade.

“Prince Sideburns will like this new look.” I chuckled like a psycho, the tone of my voice deepening.

Chapter 214