Chapter Eighty–Six Fight
Rihanna’s Pov
Had I been tricked by Chris?
The lycan said he understood his letter. Had he told Chris to drag from Silver Pack?
I jumped down from the tree. I never hid away from the Lycan in the first place there was no need to use Chris to deceive me into coming here. He could have me to me himself. He was the coward.
“We both know I’m not scared of you! You’re the one using cheap ways to get us together!” I yelled, marching towards him.
His ears perked up at the sound of my voice. He snarled angrily and moved toward me. I watched as Edwin rushed to his Alpha, who was struggling against the silver burning his face. I bet his skin had been scarred by the toxic waste. Served him right!
Edwin dragged him onto his shoulders and helped him flee the scene Great. So much for “I’ll help you disarm the Lycan.” It had all been a lie.
“So let me get this straight–you want to kill me because I won’t heal you?” I asked as I stood face to face with Logan.
His eye bags were darker than the last time I’d seen him. Indeed, the wicked shall have no rest.
“I’ll get what I want by killing you. No worries,” he chuckled, unsheathing his claws.
I was alone now, but I’d do the best I could. Hopefully, this fight would help me break my Alpha rank.
He swung at me, and I barely dodged as his claws grazed my skin. I charged at him, aiming to knock him down, but his hind legs stopped him from toppling over. He gripped my shoulders tightly, forcing me toward my knees.
I held firm, stopping his hands from pressing me down. Veins popped on my arms as I pushed back.
“You’re quite young for a girl, but I’ll humble you today,” Logan growled through gritted teeth.
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His words enraged me. I added more pressure to his arms, refusing to let him touch me. His claws sank into my skin, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The stance wasn’t in my favor, so I kicked him hard in the stomach, forcing him to release me.
Seizing the opportunity, I clawed his face, leaving a deep gash. He stumbled back, holding his injured cheek, while clutched my bleeding shoulders.
He charged again, but I smirked and stepped back, initiating my barrier. It caught him off guard as always, throwing him back. This time, however, he managed to brace himself, showing he was learning.
“Today, you die, Logan. No more mercy from me!” I declared.
He wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his lips, glaring at me. “Mercy? When did you ever show me mercy? How ungrateful. Letting you walk out of my prison was my mercy. You lost that after hurting my Beta and enslaving all those innocents!”
“That was pity, not mercy,” he scoffed.
“Call it whatever you want. You’ve run out of both!” I retorted, pointing my claws at him.
My fangs ached to tear through his flesh. I didn’t care if I stayed in human form to do it.
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We battled for several minute & exchanging blows and snare. My art ached from the constant clashes, and exhaustion began rơ creep in. When he lunged at me again, I activated my harfler, sending him sprawling.
He granted, his fists Elenched i frustration. I smirked. “Perk of being a silver Wolf.”
He straightened to his full height, and a small part of me feared he was about to shift into his Lycan form. Instead, he simply stretched.
“I can sense your feat, Silver Wolf. Don’t worry. As long as you don’t shift into your silvery beast, I won’t go Lycan on you,” he sheered.
How dare he mock me?
Fueled by anger, I head–butted him, catching him off guard. He struggled with his hair for a moment before flinging me into a nearby tree. I landed on my feet, teeth bared.;
Lana, my wolf, took over. Scanning his body for weak points, she sported his injured shoulder. Grabbing a large plank, I Teapt into the air and slammed it down on, the joint.
Logan howled in pain, staggering backward.
“There. I’ll make sure I completely break that arm before killing you I said, dropping the plank and advancing toward him with my claws extended.
But Logan struck first, his hand wrapping around my neck in a vice grip.
I clawed at his hand desperately, drawing blood, but his grip remained firm.
“Now, Silver Wolf, you’ll know true pain. And then, you’ll taste death” he barked, raising his claws to strike me down.
Gasping for air, I mustered the strength to flex my legs and send blood rushing to them. My boots slipped off as I stabbed my toe
claws into his stomach.
Logan’s grip faltered, and I seized the chance to wrap my legs around his neck, forcing him to the ground.
We hit the ground hard, and my head smashed against a rock. Dazed, I struggled to my feet, blood pouring from my temple.
Logan glared at me, his breathing heavy. “You little bitch… How dare you-”
“No, how dare you!” I shot back, grabbing the plank again.
Before I could swing it, Logan rose and kicked it away. Enraged, I slashed at his face, but he countered with a punch that sent me sprawling.
My vision blurred, and my head felt light. If I blacked out now, I’d be at his mercy.
“No, no!” I whispered, forcing myself to stand despite the pain. But my body betrayed me, and I collapsed again.
“Pathetic!” Logan sneered. “You don’t deserve the power of the Silver Wolf. And you’re selfish for hoarding it instead of giving it to someone worthy!”
Worthy? Did he mean him? A trickster and a murderer?
Flashes of the death and destruction he would bring to my pack filled my mind.
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Lana surged with a final burst of energy, and I leapt to my feet. “Youre the pathetic one,” I spat, though my breath came in ragged
gasps.
He looked impressed. “You don want to die, do you?”
He was damn right.
Someone had to make Chris pay, and there was no way I’d let Logan leclare me dead a second time.
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