Attack
Attack
Tamara POV
As the crowd was still cheering for us, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of relief and pride. Despite how Sarah tried to sabotage it, we had won, and I had led us to victory. I was proud of myself, but Matt was prouder. He paraded with me on his shoulders throughout the court, beating his chest like Tarzan. I was laughing all the time. Gosh, he was such a baby. But I could sense his genuine pride through our bond. Ah well… I wouldn’t reject him for now.
Finally, when we approached Coach Dana, he lowered me to the ground. Coach was in tears. She just pulled me to her and hugged me hard. When she removed herself, she wiped her tears. “In all my years, it’s the first time we have won against the Dolphins. Sarah and Lexi were fantastic players and I always used to think that how come they never won against the Dolphins. This also led me to believe that our team is perhaps nothing, and that we needed more practice. But-” She placed her hands on my shoulders. “-our team is perfect. Today Sarah’s game was odd. She wasn’t helping Lexi at all. Instead, she was-” Coach Dana shook her head. “But, I’m proud of you Tamara. I’ll recommend your name for a scholarship if you need it. If not, then you know that you have a permanent position on our team.”
Her words overwhelmed me. It felt like… closure. I always thought that she hated me. But in reality, she thought that I was useless for the team because if Sarah and Lexi couldn’t stand a chance against the Dolphins, I would never. “Thank you, Coach Dana,” I said with a smile. “But where’s Sarah?” I asked, looking around. “I was hoping to celebrate together.” No, I wasn’t. But I was suspecting some foul play on her part, and I wanted to expose it.
Coach Dana shrugged. “She gets upset after every match we lose, so she just leaves.”
“I see,” I said, forcing a smile. The moment Coach Dana left I had this nagging feeling that lingered in the back of my mind. The victory felt sweet but Sarah’s action played in my mind. They weren’t sitting right with me. Her lack of support for Lexi and me was too obvious, and I wasn’t going to let it slide. I needed to know what she was up to.
As we walked back to the locker rooms, Matt said, “Something’s bothering you.” He stopped right in front of me, and I halted.
“Yeah…” I replied, wondering if I should tell him or not.
He narrowed his eyes. “I can sense and see confusion clouding your eyes. So, you better tell me what is going on in that little brain of yours.”
I smacked his chest. “Little brain?”
He chuckled as he took my hand and kissed my knuckles, sending another jolt of electricity through my body. “I’m right here, Tam,” he said, his voice tight with concern. “Like your shadow. Just tell me everything.”
I sighed. I think it was better to involve him because after all, he was the Alpha of his pack. He must have come across such situations more than me. So as we walked to the locker room, I narrated everything to him. In the end I said, “I highly suspect that Sarah was actually trying to sabotage the game. She couldn’t do much with Lexi, so she thought she would disrupt my game, and if we lost, she would have blamed me.”
Matt clenched his jaw, thinking hard. There was a long pause, after which he said, “Go and change. Don’t say a word about it to anyone, okay?”
I nodded as unease knotted in my stomach.
“Meet me in the next class,” he added, and hurried away.
I let out a rough exhale and stepped inside. But the moment I stepped inside, Sarah’s cold, calculating expression was hard to ignore. She was cornered, chatting with a few of the other girls of the opposing team, but when she saw me, her posture stiffened. She clenched her jaw and glared at me with all the hatred in the world. That confirmed my doubts. Shouldn’t she be happy with me that we won the game?
I walked over to my locker, pretending to focus on changing, but my mind was working in overdrive. What was her endgame? And why was she speaking with the opponents so seriously? All the girls who were with her, looked at me. There was an awkward pause. One of them gave me a tight smile, and then walked away. I felt nervous, but I avoided them, took my clothes out of the locker, and went to take a bath. When I returned, I saw that Sarah and others weren’t there. I picked up my bag and walked out of the locker room. As soon as I was out, someone pushed me from behind. A black bag was shoved over my head and my hands were tied behind me. “You need a lesson!” someone hissed as they pushed
- me.
“What is going on?” I rasped, confused as hell. “Who are you?”
They grabbed my arms and continued to push me roughly. A few minutes later, when the bag from my face was lifted, I saw that I was in a lonely room. And there were three girls with baseball bats surrounding me. “What do you want?” I asked, my eyes widening in anger and shock.
“You fucking bitch!” one of them said. “You had the audacity to win against the Dolphins? This match was going to take
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them to the country team, but you fucking sabotaged it! We will teach you a lesson now.”
I raised my eyebrow. “You are mad. You all didn’t play well and you are blaming me for your defeat?”
“Shut up!” the second one roared. “We are going to make a pulp out of your hands, whore! You will never be able to lift a ball, let alone lift your hand!” With that she swung the bat toward me. I shrieked and ducked, avoiding the bat.
“Stop it!” I shouted. “Before it is too late.”
“It is too late to stop us!” the third one shouted, and without warning swung her bat toward my legs. It hit me on my thigh and I screamed in pain.
This was it. They didn’t know that I was a werewolf, and a trained one. Angel wanted to come out and show them who we were, but I knew that there was a treaty to be respected. But even in my human form I was better than them. They were messing with the wrong girl.
“I’m warning you,” I said, as I snapped the rope that had tied my hands. As it fell behind me, the girls‘ eyes widened. They stepped forward. I stepped back as the three girls swinging the baseball bats closed in, their eyes full of malice. Together, they swung their bats at me.
With a quick motion, I ducked low and punched the first girl square in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She screamed as she went flying to the wall on the side.
“What the fuck!” The second one said, and swung her bat, but I grabbed it mid–air, twisted, and sent her sprawling. Then I broke her bat, slamming it on my thighs. As she watched me with horror in her eyes, I slammed my fist on her shoulder. I heard a crack, followed by her scream filled with pain.
The third one was now totally confused. She couldn’t believe that I had put down her companions so fast. She came at me, but I landed a clean punch to her chest, sending her tumbling to the ground. The punch was packed with enough power to not crack her ribs. I stood over them, breathing hard. “Never mess with me again,” I warned, leaving them shocked and motionless.
When I reached my next class, I saw Matt over there. He pursed his lips. In a low voice, he said, “I have made an official complaint to the Dean about Sarah.”
“What?” I was shocked.
The history professor shot us a glare.
I lowered my voice, “What?”
He nodded with a tight expression. “He has called us to prove it in an hour.”
“But
don’t have proof!” I said. “And-” I leaned closer to him. “The opposing team’s college girls tried to beat me.” His face darkened, as his alpha aura slipped out. “Who?” he asked.
“I’ve already taken care of them,” I assured him.
“You are identifying who they were as soon as we are out.” He looked murderous.
I shook my head. “They won’t mess with me again, Matt, but you’ve put us in jeopardy with Dean!” But Matt wasn’t convinced.
He didn’t answer, and throughout the class I was nervous. What was the Dean going to say? I might have become his favorite problem.
After the class, we headed straight to the Dean’s office, where I was going to dismiss charges against Sarah until I had proof.
However, when I reached there, what happened was beyond my imagination.
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