"Get your claws off me!" She groaned when he dumped her on the chair opposite the bed. Jet growled shrugging her jacket back on.
Her black pixie hair was ruffled and she had a small length, there was a scar under her doe brown eyes, she had a small pointed nose like a doll's and a thin mouth. One would look twice to know that she was a girl in her oversized leather clothes.
Amy growled and kicked her in the gut, she inclined forward, shuddering and holding on to her guts with her arms. "Look what you did you stupid bitch,"
Jet's head swivelled to her and from those set of blazing eyes, she wouldn't dare say anything to warrant another hit. She didn't baulk either to give her the satisfaction she was aching for.
"I wanna watch you die but alas, you bite my boyfriend and now he's dying," She said with a strict voice and Jet felt her temper explode.
"I'll make sure to kill him properly next time!" Jet retorted and she shrieked when Amy's hand clutched her hair putting her in a painful position to do nothing but kick out her legs, she screamed in pain and Amy smashed her head against the wall. She lost consciousness.
Amy pulled the strands of hair from her claws and scoffed, Connor and the random guy named Duko parted watching her leave. "Shut up," She said to them and left the hallway.
..
In the comfort of the trees and a small flowing river, Jet hurled rocks across the river, the branches wavered and the leaves rustled as it hit the tree and dropped where a deer grazed. Its head rose watchful and she hissed, its ear flicked and continued casually to graze.
"Look, you're boring the food to death,"
She sneered and threw a rock only for it to rebound on a branch, she ducked and stood up slowly when the rock posed no threat and hopped when it landed painfully against her foot. "Cheeses_" She bit her lip and the men laughed, she tottered awkwardly into the river and dropped crawling out.
She boiled when her superior jeered at her
"Stand up straight and stop smiling!" His eyes hooded and Jet restrained herself, gazing at his smug face, although it was foolhardy to challenge Beta Jackson.
"How did I manage to even train a person like you?"
His honey-brown hair gleamed and his dark eyes were bloodshot, veins were popping on his neck and he had his arms on his waist, he was taking pleasure in taunting her. His eyes lowered to her hand. He brushed her hand off with a twig and saw the dry leaves stuck between her claws.
"Fuss all you want but how do you expect to be a great werewolf when you can't even scare the living daylight out of a common fawn!? You may as well be content in guiding the cubs."
"You wouldn't even last a day leaving the pack!"
Jet woke up and squinted her eyes and scratched the back of her head, she was having a headache, she sat up from her chair with a sore back and stretched it, she felt the cold creeping all over her and her nerves pulled taut.
Zev was sound asleep on the bed and she scanned the wound on his shoulder. "Serves you right," She mumbled and attempted to stand up, the chair squeaked and she gasped at the silver spike that hit the wall above her head, color drained out of her face.
She saw the line running down the floors. A boobie trap. She gasped as it was still on and settled down.
Baldy grinned "Do you like my traps?"
Her hands tightened on the chair. "I'll be cursed if I did," She said and he looked up pulling a string under the lintel. It bounced.
She broke into a sweat "You wouldn't,"
"Give me a good reason not to, Lobo,"
"If I die, he dies too," She said nodding to Zev who was starting to sweat again.
He glared at her and Amy walked in, resentful, her hair was tied up in a scarf, and she wore a white shirt, skirt and tall boots. She flung the back of her hand against Jet's cheek and Connor's eyes rounded.
"Get up!" She barked and Jet's breathing was harsh. She was aggrieved at the conditions being forced upon her. But this time, she brought this on herself. She grinned with blood seeping down her lip.
"Screw you,"
Connor flashed his hands when the string stirred "Hey! Hey!!! Be careful!"
Zev implanted a hand to his face and it tingled then he started to feel the heat grow. His eyes flashed open.
He glanced at Amy tormenting the intruder with clouded eyes and he darted from his bed to push them out of the way.
The shard of silver hit the chair, this time much smaller than the first one. It was so small yet effective
If it were to be extracted from the victim's body, it would be too late.
Connor's jaw dropped when the chair plunged over and the strings dangled. The tension subsided as there were no more traps. He huffed wiping his eyes.
Jet sobbed at the corner with a crimson bruise on her cheek, her beet-red face could not compare, she pushed up behind Zev's body and held her dislocated shoulder.
He glared at her and Amy whose head tilted. The werewolf venom could have killed him.
"You're alive," Connor said feigning happiness.
"What did you think you were doing?" He chided the both of them while Jet sank to the floor in hair-splitting agony.
"Preventing the hazard from escaping,"
"You bet on my life to keep a Lobo down?" His eyes dilated " Whatever happened to a rope?"
Connor's head tilted when he laughed heartily "A rope," and then he rolled his eyes to Zev's disgust.
Jet watched them keenly, they were conversing as if she wasn't existing at the moment.