Skin- walker

Combat

Dereck

The news travelled fast and soon all shifters knew about Andrews letter and Alexis wish. They all wanted to be part of the teams. Maya selected five more shifters to join her research team. Those five were the most intelligent ones. Two of them even had an university degree. Nathan decided to involve seven more shifters. The best trackers and strongest amongst the pack. Me and Alexis worked on our own but all the shifters, who stayed in the sanctuary wanted to meet her and train with her as she proposed.

We decided that the days should be spent with training and at night Alexis and I had to do research on the blood oath.

The days passed and Alexis combat skills became better and better. She learned to shift faster and her instincts became sharper. Slowly but surely, she grew more into the role of a leader and the pack loved her even more for all the hard work she put into getting to know them, their stories, their gifts and their wishes.

 “Dereck? Dereck? Hello?” Her voice brought me back from my thoughts.

“Ahm yeah? What?”

“I thought we wanted to fight. I already put on my track suit and did my warm- up.”

“Oh yes. I want to see what you have learned the last days.”

“I am ready.”

She attacked me with a combination of kicks and punches, I was barely able to step to the side in time. Her style was unique but had elements of every single shifter friend from our pack, I was even able to find traces of my combat style in her movements. She used different material art techniques, that she had learned. Theo one of my dear friends must have shown her jiu jitsu and Frank showed her some mixed martial art punches. I wasn’t surprised to see her use some of Lilas krav maga moves. She was fierce and that is what I like about her. She never misses to impress me.

I launched an attack and tried to take her to the matt, but she rolled to the side and jumped up again with her fists held high. This fight was taking its toll on me. I wasn’t giving my best because I was afraid of hurting her and she seemed to notice because she tried to provoke me with unfair kicks and punches to break through my reserve. With my supernatural strength I was able to end this fight in seconds, which I tried but Alexis was faster than me at least in her human form. What was the use of my strength if I couldn’t reach her? I thought.

We danced around each other for minutes and tried to observe the next moves of the opponent. Due to the fact, that she mixed styles it was hard to foresee her next moves. I tried to prepare for everything, but was really surprised about her as  she just overran me and took me with her on the matt.

She was on top of me, breathing quickly and smiling. “I knew that I wasn’t able to win, so I thought we should both lose.”

Technically speaking she was right, the first one who hit the ground was the loser, and we both laid on the matt. Losing never felt so sweet as in this moment. I looked at her and was caught by her blue eyes. I didn’t realize that I moved my hand up to her face and caressed her rosy skin. The air grew hot and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed her near me, with me.

I kissed her hungrily and she opened her mouth for me. Our tongues danced around each other and I deepened the kiss. She moaned softly and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my body against hers. I felt her body on me, her breast and all her curves were perfect.

Suddenly she stopped the kiss and didn’t move. “Alexis what’s wrong?”

No answer. I shook her and realized that her eyes were closed. I checked her heartbeat in panic and was relieved to hear a steady sound. She was having a vision; I was sure of it. I picked her up and carried her into her room. Putting her down gently I tried to take off her sweaty wet clothes without looking. I didn’t want her to catch a cold. Unzipping the tack suit was the easy part but putting on her pyjama proved to be more difficult than expected. Without seeing her I wasn’t able to get her head trough the hole of the t shirt so I decided to take a quick look just for the purpose of dressing her, I tried to persuade myself that this was the only reason but failed miserably. Her body was beautiful, and her taste exquisite, the black sports bra was practical but still sexy and I had to take a deep breath in order to focus on the task ahead. I lifted her up a little and put her head through the hole of the t shirt. Next were her arms and I tried to get them into the t shirt as well. It took me a considerable amount off time and I still had to put on her pyjama pants.

This time I only needed to look at her feet in order to know where the trouser legs had to go. It was much easier than the t shirt and after I was done, I placed the blanket on top of her and took a seat on her sofa. I wasn’t going to leave her alone. I wanted to be by her side.

 Watching her, had a soothing effect on me and made me quite sleepy. With all my might and willpower, I tried to stay awake, I observed every muscle in her face, watched her eyes flicker, her mouth open and close again and her forehead wrinkling and relaxing. Her vision had to be quite vivid for her to react so emotionally. My eyes started to lose focus and I drifted to sleep on her sofa.