Valencia POV
They all activated their eyes one by one all charging at me at once.
Idiots.
Vampires specialty is speed and accuracy and yet they still charge at me as if they have a plan to take me down.
One after another I moved swiftly out of their way. None even came close to touching me.
I wasn't going to hit them on the account I didn't want Emerson to open her eyes and see such chaos but of course such ignorant dogs like themselves had to open their mouths.
"Why are you helping such a mutt, hm blood sucker? Are you angry because we didn't invite you or something?" One of them questioned with a grin.
Mutt? Emerson? A mutt? No. She was kind, smart, and strong those were the words to describe Emerson. Not a mutt.
I growled my eyes going deeper in shade as one of the wolves grinned and charged at me.
Wrong choice.
I grabbed his arm it was a good grab as it was the arm that held Emerson's injured hand. I twisted it and then kicked him backward.
Of course he fell onto the floor with a grunt. Then another charged at me I punched him in the gut making him stumble before I punched him in the face.
Then there was only one left. The silver holder. He growled and charged into a full fist fight. I was winning of course. Punch after punch he stumbled back.
Then suddenly one of them actually got back up and tried to put me in a head lock. Once again they were stupid.
Vampires have just as much strength as werewolves and yet they try and beat them with it. I elbowed his side over and over making him let go I turned around and grabbed him throwing him into a wall.
I turned my gaze back to the one with the silver he grinned and began to speak.
"Either way that bitch is going down weither If you like it or not blood sucker." He said giving me a smile making me punch him repeatedly.
I wasn't going to stop. I wasn't planning on it. He hurt Emerson but then I heard a voice speak up.
"Valencia.."