Page 81 of Wolf Cursed
I laughed. “So, your parents have no idea what you used the blender for?”
“Not a clue,” Isaac said, grinning. “Yet.”
“You’re an idiot,” Idrissa said.
“Why?” he protested. “I think Dad would be proud of me.”
Idrissa shook her head and then turned to me. “Okay, you ready to do this?”
“Depends on whatthisis,” I said, still laughing about Isaac’s dick mold.
“For starters, we need to trigger your wolf,” she said, and my smile vanished instantly.
“How?” I asked.
“Well, for most of us, shifting happens naturally around the age of puberty,” she explained.
“Yeah, that didn’t exactly happen for me,” I said.
“I know, and I’m so sorry you had to grow up without a pack to support you, Ash. I can’t imagine how hard this must be. Our wolves emerge because we’re surrounded by our pack. And the first changes can be rough, which is why having another wolf or your pack with you through those first few shifts is so crucial.”
“So, we need to call up my wolf or whatever?”
She nodded. “For starters.”
“Okay.” I blew out a breath. “Well, I can’t exactly get a redo on puberty, so how exactly do you propose we call it?”
She hesitated. “The other option is to force it out due to a threat.”
“A threat,” I repeated. She nodded, and her words sank in. “You mean against me?”
She smirked. “Show me your hands.”
“No way.” I took a step back. “I saw what you did to Vinny. I’m not trying to get knocked out.”
Idrissa rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you, Ash.”
“Really? Because you just said you need to threaten me.”
“Yes, but I can do that without knocking you out.”
I scowled.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Okay. Then show me your hands.”
Reluctantly, I lifted my fists in front of my chest. “Like this?”
“Dear God,” Idrissa muttered. “Isaac? If you would?”
He stepped up and crouched low, hands open, palms out. His eyes were sharp on hers. “Bring it, bitch.”
Idrissa didn’t say a word before she flew at him.
The next few seconds passed in a blur of punches, kicks, twists, and turns that left me dizzy by the end of it all. When they finally stopped, neither one had gotten a single hit in on the other, but I was positive I’d never seen two people more deadly.
