Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 115 – Chase?

Astennu

As soon as the gunshot rang, I had torn into the rogue that had leapt at me. He fought with ferocity and I could only hope he was not one of the wolves that was fighting for his family. While I had won, Aasim and I hadn’t come out unscathed. The wolf had caught us in our shoulder with his claw; a small injury, but deep. And with each and every movement, a lance of jarring pain shot through the muscles of my left shoulder.

All of my pain was forgotten the moment Aasim and I felt the coursing fire flow in our veins and yet my wolf remained intact. I had known the instant Badru had been hit with wolfsbane and for a split second, Aasim was thrown for a loop, unable to feel his twin. This is exactly what I feared, that he would throw himself in the line of fire and he had quite literally done just that. But our mate was looking out for him out of the corner of my eye. Nothing felt amiss with our pup, so I had to trust that she knew what she was doing. And with her in her lycan wolf form, I had less to worry about with regards to hers, her father’s and my brother’s safety.

As we threw down another opponent, we sensed another at our back. As their jaws opened to snap at the nape of our neck, an almighty bang rattled the wolf and a weeping hole slung their dead body sideways.

‘Don’t worry. I got your back, pookie,’ a teasing voice prodded.

‘When we’re done here, I’m killing you next, Adrian!’

‘Love you too, doodle-bug.’

Catalina’s wolf had dragged her mate off to the side and out of the fray and was busy helping the four conscious vampires move their comrades out of harm’s way. All that stood in the path of them and the four circling wolves was Bastiaan, favouring his right leg as his left pant leg glistened under the moonlight, steeped in blood. Gashes swept up his exposed ribs, painting his torso in the metallic crimson that stained the air with its bitter taste and scent.

As he carved his large knife towards one wolf, his high sweeping arc left him open on one side to another. Aasim and I surged forward before the attacker could lock their jaw down and we grasped him between our own teeth, capturing him in a roll and flinging them clear across the clearing into a protruding rock. Bastiaan gave me an appreciative nod, the two of us facing a slightly more equal match to a pair of wolves who barked and snarled their threats, masking their injuries as best they could. But in the chaos that had ensued, I had lost track of which wolves were Marceau’s men and who were being forced into the conflict.

‘I think it’s a safe bet that the ones gunning for our jugular actively want to fight for the chelb (dog),’ Aasim asserted, throwing a lunging wolf by their front paw into the swiping curvature of Bastiaan blade. ‘So we’ll start there and work our way through them.’

I had never fought alongside a vampire before but our movements together felt fluid, almost as though it were Badru at our side for how deftly he read my actions. A small group of five wolves had kept back, reluctant to fight but issuing the odd snap or bark of threat. Their heads jerked and twitched, fighting the innate instinct to bare their necks in submission to us under the watch of the man that held their fate.

to the blond wolf bursting through its once sharply tailored suit. Marceau had grown tired of waiting, it

never seen his wolf form or had any clue about his skill. The man was large in his stature as a human and

advantage of Alpha strength and raw power. He had the advantage of maturity and age. Marceau and his wolf had decades, compared to me and Aasim with our eight

lips of his wolf lifted and peeled back in a roaring snarl, his jaws snapping

and the rogues I blocked him from. I circled, hiding the nettling sting of the puncture wound to my left shoulder and keeping his path blocked, maintaining his focus on no one but my midnight wolf. He had hurt enough people. His fight now

his muzzle. The thick, ropey muscles of his neck

dense fur, but it was enough to send the two of us sprawling and tumbling into the snow. White powder, rock, blood and tufts

injury and aimed his full arsenal of attacks upon it, trying to tear into us by tooth and claw. But we had dealt a punishing blow to him that was starting to take effect. His breathing ruckled and gargled, blood filling his right lung and the crimson results staining his blond jaw and chest as it found its path

I took it as a wolf somewhere behind me tending

into a brutal and bellowing roar, one that dwarfed Evie’s. The mountainside descended into a disturbing silence, one that sucked all sound into its

Marceau to freeze. I hazarded a

Aasim gleamed, a trickle of excitement pinching him at the chance to fight

he was, Marceau turned tail and ran, careening down the alternating slopes of

him!’ Konstantin barked, setting off in a pounding

hunt the wolf down. In any other pursuit, I would have gained ground quickly. However, between my injuries and exhaustion, they were taking a toll and making their

or evading