Chapter Eight: Mal
One of the brown wolves darted in and snapped at the small wolf, who let out a cry of pain. There were small patches of red scattered through the white fur. The men standing around jeering at the assault couldn't have been more than twenty-five.
"You know you want it, shift back you little pussy," someone said.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Mal asked as he took a large step towards them. His chest ached at the barked words but he steadfastly refused to show these arseholes he was in pain.
It was obvious by the way everyone stilled and turned to him that they had no idea they'd had an audience. They all moved together as one, it was actually kinda funny, in a creepy as shit way.
"Stay out of this, human," the dark haired man said, Mal could see the beast lurking just behind the fringes. He wasn't too worried yet. Mal was a well trained individual and he had his weapons on him. There wasn't much out there these days that Mal was truly terrified of. For crying out loud, he rode dragons for a living.
"Can't do that. I suggest you forget whatever grudge you have against that poor guy and move along."
"Or what?" the other, shorter guy said as he took a step toward Mal. The brown wolf at his feet also stepped forward, lips curled up and sharp canine teeth showing as the animal snarled at him.
"Or I'll make you," Mal replied calmly. Short guy snorted. Mal slowly bent down and placed his helmet on the ground before standing straight again. He had a feeling he was going to need both hands.
Mal stared at the creature for moment before he spoke again. "You might want to see a dentist about that." Mal clicked his fingernail against his own tooth to demonstrate what he was talking about. "Looks like you might have chipped that puppy somewhere." The wolf stopped snarling immediately until he received a nudge from the guy next to him and then he started up once again.
"Oh yes, very intimidating." Mal nodded as the animal tried to snarl without showing off his teeth.
"You have no business here, I suggest you leave immediately." The dark haired man turned back to the small white wolf who had attempted to crawl away. "Just where the hell do you think you're going?" he pulled his foot back as though he was about to kick to poor creature.
"I really wouldn't do that if I was you," Mal said.
"And why the hell not?"
Mal sighed and pulled his gun. "Because it really would be a shame to get your blood and brain matter splattered all over that car behind you. I'm sure the owners would be most put out with me. I suppose I could leave a note and offer to pay for a full car wash. That might appease them."
Mal grinned internally when all four men took a step back at the sight of the gun. Even though they were shifters and were harder to kill than the average human, a bullet to the heart or head would still do the trick. Mal gritted his teeth at the pain that rushed through him as he pulled his weapon and was forced to hold it on the men and animals in front of him.
The white wolf was still curled on the ground in a small ball, its head poking up every once in awhile to see what was going on.
"So, gentlemen and wolfie creatures. How about we call it a day? You leave the poor fella alone and run along now, while you're still all in one piece. I've had a very trying few days and my give-a-shit factor is running on fumes."
"You think you could take us all and walk away?" the shorter of the two asked. His balls were obviously bigger than Mal had given him credit for.
"Without a doubt. Even with as tired and annoyed as you're making me. I'm well trained and you have no idea what I have hidden." Mal could tell just by looking at these guys they weren't trained, their stances were all wrong for starters. They were nothing but bullies, thugs, who had grown up picking on people smaller than themselves and obviously hadn't grown out of it yet.
The four of them had moved slowly so they were all standing in a line facing Mal. The looks passing between them told Mal he was getting to them. If anyone of these four had actually been trained, Mal had no doubt he would be in for a fight soon enough. As it was, they were all cowards and Mal hoped the survival instinct would be greater than their need to fight and try to prove a point.
Mal could see the white wolf slowly edging away behind them. He could also see his bike parked not that far away. Why did this shit always seem to happen to him?
"I would love to stand here and share witty repartee with you all night, but I have somewhere to be, and I fear that if I'm in your presence much longer, I won't be able to stop myself from teaching you a lesson on being a decent human, even if you are a bloody shifter."
"Fuck you, this is none of your business," the dark haired man snapped at Mal.
"I'm making it my business," Mal replied calmly. His arm was starting to ache something fierce, he could feel the sweat beading on the back of his neck and hoped there wasn't any visible on his forehead.
"Come on Johnny, let's just go. We can always find Kaden later."
Mal didn't like the sound of that, but he kept quiet for now. He was getting what he wanted after all.
"You really should listen to your friend, Johnny." Mal reached under his jacket and pulled his other gun, just for emphasis. He nearly laughed as their eyes bulged and the two wolves turned and sprinted away.
Johnny swore, took one last look at Mal, then glanced behind him at the white wolf that had crawled nearly out of sight. "We'll be seeing you real soon, Kaden." Then he took off with shorty by his side.