Dominating Alphas

Attack

"Don't ever run off like that again," he said.

"Where are the others, Grayson?" My voice was hard and cold and that must have shocked Grayson, for he took a step back.

"I-I don't know," he admitted. "I was too worried about you. I contacted my father, who's alerted the rest of the pack. He told me to wait here for backup -"

"Crap," I swore under my breath. Handing him Archer, I turned back to the forest. "Take care of him, I'm gonna go look for them." Without waiting for his answer, I shifted again and ran back into the woods.

"Taylor!" Grayson called out again. But I was already gone.

Grayson's POV

I'm gonna kill that girl.

Taylor's POV

I slowed down to a light jog when I was deep into the woods and I lifted my head into the air, trying to pick up on Michael's scent.

Damn! I swore. I couldn't find anything.

Hush, Taylor, calm down and focus. My wolf guided me and I let her take over. My senses sharpened and soon, I smelled them. I growled and ran. Right there, in the center of the woods, were my friends tied up and gagged with about ten to fifteen rogues surrounding them. When I realized they were unconscious, I saw red. I shifted back and walked right up to them.

The biggest (and ugliest) one snarled at me, "Who the hell are you?"

I glared. "I'm the girl who's gonna kick all your asses." In a move too fast for the untrained eye, I morphed my fingernails to claws and lunged at them. They all shifted and attacked me, but I leaped out of the way, landing against a tree. I propelled myself off of it and began slicing and hacking my way through the path of rogues in my way.

"Damn it!" Ugly shouted. "She's a little girl! Get her!"

"I'm, like, five inches taller than you, dumbass," I glared, pausing mid-fight to point that fact out. An opportunistic rogue took that moment to try to bite me, but I quickly turned and punched it right in the eyes. As it landed on its haunches, obviously dazed, I snarled and stabbed my claws through its thick fur, right where its jugular vein was.

Shift, my wolf demanded. I obeyed. My turn. I clawed snouts, bit necks, kicked chests with my powerful back legs and soon every rogue was on the floor either injured or dead. The stench of blood was everywhere and the grass was now a grimy red. I changed back, offering a quick end to those still alive, and ran to my friends.

Unwrapping them, I whispered a quick sorry before slapping them.

"Ow!" They cried a red mark on their faces. They glared at me and I sheepishly smiled.

"Sorry," I held up my hands. "Had to do it." Michael suddenly stood up and looked around. Jason did the same, his eyes full of surprise and a hint of horror.

"Thanks." Michael nodded at me. Jason grabbed Michael's hand and pulled him closer, almost like a reflex. Michael turned pink, but allowed it.

Hmm. I'd have to find out what happened to the two later.

"Hold up!" Jason cried, holding up a hand. "Taylor just took on fifteen rogues and you're not even questioning it? She's not even hurt!"

Michael shrugged.

"TAYLOR!" Someone yelled. A panting Grayson came into view and I raised an eyebrow. His eyes were large as he saw what was left of the battle. "I-I came to help," he stammered.

"Little late for that, Collins," Michael snapped. Grayson narrowed his eyes but didn't argue. Instead, he looked over to me and became my Aunt Margaret.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did those rogues hurt you?" He fussed, turning me around to check for any signs of pain. I pushed him off me, regretting it when I saw his hurt expression.

"I'm fine, Blondie," I said softly. He nodded and then, unexpectedly, he was angry. His eyes turned into an obsidian color and he growled.

"Good." Grayson grabbed each of my arms and pulled me closer so we were chest-to-chest. He glowered down at me. "Then explain this to me: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, GOING OFF BY YOURSELF? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS? DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARED I WAS? I COULDN'T RUN AFTER YOU WITH ARCHER SO I HAD TO RUN BACK AND GIVE HIM TO HIS PARENTS! AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE YOU RAN OFF! YOUR SCENT HAD FADED BY THE TIME I WAS SEARCHING FOR YOU! AND WHEN I FINALLY GOT HERE, I SMELLED BLOOD! I THOUGHT IT WAS YOURS! I, I...I thought I lost you."

His eyes went back to normal and he let go of me and glanced down. "I thought I lost you." With that, he shifted and ran back to the house.

A new sense of pain filled me as I watched him leave and I clutched my heart at the foreign feeling.

Michael, I mentally said. Something's wrong with my heart. When Grayson left, it started to hurt.

Taylor, he quietly answered. Your heart's not broken. It's fixed.

~Author's Note~

Aw, Taylor's got feelings. ^.^ Sorry for the short chapter. I'll try to post sooner! And sorry for ruining Grayson's confession! But isn't this cuter?

Don't answer that.

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Dedicated to Dramallama37 for making me a cover! Pic's on the side! Yeah...Taylor's never doing that, but it's awesome nonetheless! Thank you!

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