Chapter 6: The Storm Beneath The Surface
I was almost out of control. The room spun in the corners of my vision, my wolf pushing closer to the surface, begging to take over. My hands curled into fists, my breathing fast and sharp.
“Still got that runt temper, huh?” one of them laughed, leaning back in his chair like this was all some kind of game.
I stopped just short of him, my chest rising and falling hard. My fists clenched tighter. “Say that again.”
“Runt,” another sneered. “You think you’re scary now? You were the weakest wolf in the pack. Always holding Elliot back. Everyone knew it. No wonder he left you.”
They didn’t know me anymore. They didn’t know how many hours I trained after everyone went home, or how many times I collapsed behind the training center because I wouldn’t let myself stay weak. I forced my wolf to grow, to fight, to survive. I wasn’t that weakling anymore.
I lunged. My fist collided with the first guy’s jaw, snapping his head sideways. The others shouted, stumbling to their feet, but I was already on the next, kicking his knee out from under him. He grunted and fell hard. For a second, it felt good. This was justice.
“Jasmine, stop!” Mindie’s voice cracked as she tried to stop me. She was still bleeding, barely able to stand. “You’re going to get us both fired!”
“I don’t care!” I shouted.
“That’s obvious,” said a low voice behind me.
A hand gripped my arm from behind. I turned. It was Elliot. His eyes burned with fury, but there was a sense of smugness underneath that didn’t look right.
He leaned in. “Throwing punches in a club? Is this what you’ve become? Street mutt...you disappoint me.” He looked at me from head to toe and shook his head.