Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 77: 76 - Scared Little Girl

Jason's POV

"You expect me to spill all our secrets to him?"

"Jason, this isn't about him. It's about getting out of this alive, and we can't do that without his help,"

Maria tried to convince me.

"But —"

"No buts," My mother scolded, "this is what needs to be done."

"Yeah," Maria agreed.

"Yeah," Abaddon followed with a little too much smugness in his tone.

I growled. "Fine but I'm not happy about it," I grumbled under my breath.

Both Maria and my mother rolled theirs eyes at my immaturity, but who are they to judge!

'Your mate and your mother.'

Hush it, Ki.

I reluctantly started explaining our ranks, "We've got the trackers, the runners, the brutes, and the

ghosts."

Everyone nodded in understanding.

"The trackers' usual use in battle is to warn us of incoming threats with their superior senses of smell

and hearing, so they generally work with the brutes around the front lines," I gritted out.

"Well where were they when the hybrids attacked," Abaddon growled.

"They were working on getting people safe from you. Along with the runners and ghosts," I bit back at

him.

There was a pause.

Maria awkwardly cleared her throat. "Well, uh, not to rock the boat or anything, but where were they

when they showed up," she jabbed her thumb at Abaddon.

Before I could respond Zach jumped in, "Well, one noticed the threat right as you did and came rushing

to tell people about it," he crossed his arms indignantly.

Maria's eyebrows raised in surprise, "You're a tracker?" She asked Zach, probably surprised he's not a

brute or something.

He only nodded.

She nodded back in understanding and turned to the table.

Then she decided to look back, "Again, no offense, but where were those tracking skills while we were

looking for the hybrids?"

Zach's jaw fell in offense as he gasped dramatically and pointed an accusing finger at her. "You're the

one that said they were basically untraceable."

"Okay true, but what about the rogues?"

He scoffed in the only way he knows how, dramatically, "I didn't see you tracking any rogues before

they were right on top of us."

"Hey," she raised her hands in defense, "you guys were all bleeding a buffet, my senses were clouded."

"You couldn't tell the difference between rogues' blood and our blood?" Zach asked, exasperated.

"No, wolves all smell the same," she scrunched up her nose and made a sour face.

"No we don't, rogues smell like burning trash."

Maria was silent for a second. ". . . Listen Happy, hate to break it to you but —"

"THERE ARE HYBRIDS RIGHT OUTSIDE, AND YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT SMELLS?!" My father

suddenly whipped around to yell at them.

Maria shook her head to clear it, "right, right, right. Hybrids!"

"You don't seem to mind how Jason smells by the way you jumped his bones!" Zach ignored my father,

like the dumb@ss he is.

"Wait what?" My mother frowned.

'Wait, what did he just say?' Malaki jumped in, not happy with what Zach brought up.

"Wolfie's the only one that smells good, and he jumped me first!" Maria glared and jabbed a finger at

me.

"What in the —" Mother frowned deeper.

"Can we not discuss this?! Malaki doesn't like talking about it," I tried to stop their bickering.

"Oh, Malaki doesn't like talking about it? Poor little guy," Maria feigned pity.

I face palmed and braced myself for the headache Malaki is about to bring on.

"HYBRIDS!" My father yelled again, but this time in Zach's ear as he smacked him upside the head.

He jumped and nodded in agreement, while making a zipped lip motion.

But he didn't leave out a narrowed gaze at Maria.

We all rolled our eyes and got back to work with my explanation.

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Maria's POV

"Okay, I know that was childish a few minutes ago, but it actually gave me an idea," I grinned at the

group after Wolfie finished.

They all gave me unamused stares.

But they didn't protest, so I just went along telling them my idea.

"So here's what I'm thinking. . ."

"Are you sure this plan will work?" Happy asked me as we got weapons and armor in Wolfie's fortified

underground armory for the higher ranking wolves.

The rest get their supplies from the smaller and more accessible ones scattered around their territory.

"As sure as anyone can be in a plan against hybrids, Happy," I gulped nervously.

I frowned at myself. I don't like this whole 'getting nervous before battle thing'. It's cramping my style.

"Oh. . ." Happy muttered. "How sure would that be, on a scale from one to ten?"

I looked back at him. "Has anyone ever told you how funny you are, Happy?" I asked as I placed a

hand on his shoulder.

He frowned deeply at my lack of response.

Trust me, Happy. You don't wanna know.

"I didn't know you had an under ground armory," Abaddon spoke as he ran his hand over a case

holding hand guns.

I tilted my head and admired the sleek, metal building. "Neither did I."

Even though I asked if he had any more.

"It may have been dumb of me to sign that contract with you, but I'm not that dumb," he only addressed

Abaddon, then went back to attaching an assortment of weapons to himself.

I watched him for a couple of seconds, then moved on, "Well, right now I'm just happy to have it," I

stated honestly.

If he had told me about it, we probably wouldn't have all we need at our disposal. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Me too," Happy nodded, excitedly gazing around the arsenal like a kid in a candy store. "How come I

never got to see it before this?" He asked wistfully to no one in particular.

Looks like he's forgotten his doubts in the plan.

"Only high ranking members of the pack are allowed down here," Wolfie's father answered swiftly.

Happy's smile dropped. "I'm the beta."

Wolfie's father only grunted grumpily.

. . . Oop.

Happy's frown deepened. "What's that supposed to —"

"We know that dear," Their Luna swooped in gently. "Jason's father was only being stubborn and

drawing it out. We were going to show you eventually," she smiled calmly.

This seemed to satisfy Happy enough. He nodded at her and shot a last glance at Wolfie's father

before he went skipping off into his own deadly candy shop again.

That man confuses me sometimes.

I shook my head to clear it and looked down at the case I stand before.

Metal staffs.

The weapons my mom used.

Then I looked to my belt, where I already hold throwing knives.

My dad's go to.

I peaked into the reflective glass at myself.

I'm not ready for this.

If they couldn't defeat the hybrids with these weapons. . .

"Ah, so the mask finally falls," Abaddon approached me from behind, making me jump.

I frowned at him in confusion.

"The fake confidence, the false fearlessness," he stated boldly as he leaned in closer to whisper, "Deep

down you're just a scared little girl."

I was slightly taken aback by the sudden insults, but then I looked back into my truly scared reflection.

After gazing into my own broken eyes, I turned around to face him completely.

"Some call it a mask," I flickered my gaze down to watch my fingers play with a knife I'm holding, "some

call it bravery," I looked back into his eyes, "but I never said I wasn't a scared little girl," I told him coldly

as I nudged him out of my way.

"And in a bit you're gonna watch this scared little girl kick some hybrid @ss."