Jaguar Moon

A Vengeance So Strong

“Bye, Layla, have a safe ride home,”

“Ok Georgie see you tomorrow,”

“Hey wait, “ He yelled as she turned to mount her bicycle

“What” she replied curtly.

“You ever gonna take me up on that drink,”

“Not now, George, you know I don’t drink, too much to do,”

"You always do,  Layla" he muttered.

Layla jumped on her bike and sped away, to where he never knew.

They had just finished a hard day of work as couriers, delivering messages all over the city.

She was tired, but she had to go home and refresh, and begin her search all over again for the men who killed her family.

When she got home, Layla took a quick shower, and put on her disguise for tonight’s adventure.

She took out the picture of her family, Layla, her sister and mother, taken the day before the attack.

Her father had split, leaving them  to fend for themselves, but her mother had managed to take care of her and her older sister, working two jobs. 

Layla was too young to help out, as she was only fifteen.

But her mother had saved up enough money to take Layla and her sister out to celebrate her oldest sister’s birthday.

On the way home they were attacked and dragged into an alley, just like the ones she guarded in the night.

Attacked and beaten by five evil men, who robbed and assaulted her mother and sister, beating them to death in the process. They beat her too, but decided she was too small and young to ravage,  and left her for dead, but Layla survived ,through  her stubbornness and the will for revenge,  and she ran away from the hospital, living off the streets, stealing to survive, until she was taken by some unlikely saviors

For Layla was fast, reflexes like a cat. So she waited, training on her own, and honing her skills, eager for the day she could take her revenge, vowing to take as many fuckers as she could down along the way. 

She needed the practice anyway, and now she had become almost lethal, a tiny dynamo no one would suspect. 

Layla had seen her attacker’s faces, and looked up every article she could, until she found one of them.. And tonight would be the night, she would start with the one, then work her way to the top until she killed them all.

It was a great plan, she knew at least one of them was a wolf.  Wolves were strong, but stupid, and she was confident she could out-finesse the one with little to no trouble.

Alex watched his little kitten from afar, as she snuck down her fire escape to enact her vengeance on some poor fool…

Tonight was not the night to approach her, and he could never find the right time during the day to stop her, as she whizzed all over the city on her bike, delivering letters here and there. 

No tonight he would just observe her handiwork. He knew it would be fun watching her kick ass, and he could learn more about her patterns and movements.

So he followed her once again, thinking she would head back to the alleys where many bad people lurked. 

But instead, she headed for the one place she could definitely get killed, an old abandoned warehouse, the supposed hideout of his alpha’s evil brother.

“Ohh, not there kitten,” he moaned under his breath.

Yep, he was obligated to protect her, so he went after her to stop her from getting herself into trouble, but he was too late.

When he got to the nearest window, he saw her there, tied to a chair, being beaten mercilessly by one of his  alpha's brother’s rogues.

She had overestimated them, and now she was at their mercy. Alex could hear the wolf yelling at her with his sensitive ears.

“So you come here to exact some revenge, thought you could avenge your pitiful family, did ya, Layla, yeah I know your name, little kitten, and I haven’t forgotten the sweet taste of your sister,”

Layla tried to open her mouth to say something, but was knocked out cold with a punch to the side of her face. 

“Oh s**t!” need help” Alex thought to himself.

"Hey guys", he mind linked the pack warriors, "Meet me at Axel’s brother’s warehouse Now, My little friend has gotten herself in some deep s**t!"

The warriors were at his side in a minute. 

Down in the warehouse, Layla opened her eyes to  her shirt being ripped open, and a man standing over her, the one she avoided when he attacked her mother and sister.

“No, no,” she screamed as he pinned her down, helpless under his heavy weight.

“Shh, little kitten, I’ll make it good for you, be quiet, and I might let you live,”, he hissed in her ear.

Layla closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.. But it never came.

Instead, several men came and tore him off her ,beating him and his cronies to a pulp, and she found herself in the arms of a shaggy, brown haired man, who untied her and picked her up to carry her, and that’s all she remembered, after  the assault ,  when she passed out again.