A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 42

Lana grinned and nodded eagerly as she shot up and went around talking to others. It seemed to help with the tense room. A small smile made its way up onto my face as I made my way back to the front of the room. That when I heard someone coming towards the room. All my guards went up as I took one of my knives and gripped it tightly in my hand.

Standing in the doorway, blocking the people on the inside from anyone that was coming. That's when two guys came into view. They were only wearing loose shorts as they stalked towards me. The looks on their faces immediately told me that these idiots were on the wrong side and were here to attack me.

They stopped about three yards away from me and smiled. They glanced at each other then back to me.

"This must be Max. Grant has told us so much about you, 'Little Killer'," one of them said with a smirk and it only grew when they saw my reaction. I haven't been called that in years.

I can't believe Grant would go that far. I was seeing red now, but I stood my ground, protecting the doorway and everyone in there. They were going to have to make the first move to get me to move an inch.

They stepped towards me and I did the same to them. Challenging them. They needed to think they at least had a chance against me, even though they were already dead men when they set foot down here.

The one on the left lunged first, but thankfully I had amazingly fast reflexes and brought up the knife and hastily lodged it in the rogue's neck. Blood began to spill from his neck and down the knife onto my hand and arm. He was dead. One down, one to go.

I spun around to the other one and readied myself for his attack. I held my knife up and balanced myself out ready to do anything. The second rogue was staring intensely at me and stood like me for a minute. When he realized I wasn't going to make the first move he did.

The rogue swung his fist at me and I bounced back dodging it. He kept coming at me with punches and kicks, swinging whatever limb was closet to me. He managed to get a few blows in, but not as many cuts I put on him. He was getting very irritated and it was entertaining for me because he finally noticed I was going easy on him.

He finally lunged at me to try to catch me off guard, but sadly it didn't. I quickly brought my arm up and punched him square in the jaw and stunned him for a second, but it was enough to sink the knife into his chest, right where his heart is. I pushed the rogue off of me and stood up looking down at the now dead figure. He had blood coming out of his nose and mouth and his eyes were open, staring right at me. I looked away and brushed it off, hoping this feeling wouldn't stay long.

I now had blood all over me and I avoided the safe room and was quick as I passed by the doorway hoping no one would notice me. I dragged the bodies out of the way, sort of. I blocked the hallway their limp bodies so anyone who isn't paying attention would trip and fall, making my job of killing them easier.

I tried to shoot the gun with my left hand, but that plan fail miserably. The guy raised his gun again and shot. I jumped out of the way, but it still grazed my side slicing my skin.

"Fuck. You bitch," I growled at him.

"What are you going to do? Hit me?" He laughed.

"Maybe I will."

I raise the gun again in with my left hand and shot it again, this time hitting him in the stomach. He dropped his gun and gripped his stomach. I threw my gun to the floor and grabbed another knife I had. Gripping the knife with my left hand and slit his throat. Blood spilled out of his neck like a river and his lifeless body fell to the ground with the rest of them.