Marissa

Allen finally let go of him. He kicked him in the side, and Donovan rolled over in the grass.
Allen tried to speak, but made a bunch of warbling yelps like an angry puppy.

But Donovan recovered faster than I expected. Barking viciously, he made another leap for Allen's throat. Allen tried to grab him and stop him but Donovan anticipated this. He faked right and jumped right on Allen's arm. Running all the way up, he lunged for Allen's throat, sinking his teeth in deep once again.

I could see the pain in Allen's eyes now. His pretty brown eyes started to water, and he moaned in pain. "Donovan, let go!" I demanded, still scared to get close. He kept acting like I didn't exist.

Allen grabbed Donovan one more time and l squeezed him till he yelped.
He plucked Donovan off his shoulder, and raised him up to his face.

"Weak... Dog." Allen growled, and dropped Donovan on the spot.
His voice was scary. So deep and scratchy, as if he was growling as he spoke. I'd never seen him talk in this wolf form, and this was probably the first time he's ever done it.

"Been this way... For years." he continued.
"But You haven't achieved... This. You are weaker than me, and yet you caused this to happen..." He slowly began to get better at speaking.  "You've filed your own death sentence."

Donovan tried to attack again, but Allen slammed him to the ground again five more times. On the last time, when Allen removed his hand, Donovan was back in human form, bruised up and bloody. I hurried up and threw Allen's jacket over him, covering his... unmentionables.

Allen slowly turned back himself, starting at the face and slowly getting smaller. When he returned to human form, I was shocked to see he still had clothes on.
"What the hell?" I said to him.
"What?" he replied, dumbfounded. I pointed at his chest. "Oh. The girl in there did this with a spell. My clothes stay the same after I transform."

As much as I didn't want to like her, I wanted to see if she could make this happen for Donovan, Jamie and I. Being a werewolf would be so much easier if we didn't have to worry about our clothes.

"DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!!" screamed Donovan. He struck Allen in the face and held him against the wall. Donovan had started shifting into the wolf form, but some of his bones must have been broken, because he wasn't shifting correctly. Fur was sprouting all over, and his legs transformed first, making him look creepy and awkward as he pressed Allen against the wall.

"I AM stronger than you! You are going to do what I say!" He started banging Allen's had against the wall. Even in the middle of his crippled, slow transformation, he still had strength to do some damage. Allen's blood covered the wall after the second hit.

"I am the Alpha!"
At this point, I realized it was hopeless. They're going to keep ignoring me so I might as well not even try.

He jacked up Allen, and pulled his face close to his. "You are going to respect me. You are going to apologize and help us with the vampires. You have no choice. Do you understand?"

Allen's eyes matched his even though he hadn't transformed back into his wolf form yet.
"You..." Allen paused. "Are going to kiss my black-"

Donovan kicked him through the wall with his jacked up, half formed, wolf legs before Allen could finish his sentence. "Why doesn't he listen to me?!" Donovan screamed, and I wasn't sure if he was talking to me, or himself. "Why doesn't he do what I say?! I'm the alpha!"
He started banging his own head, and tried to transform more. His body wasn't healing great enough though, and some of his bones that grew too big started jutting out of his skin, wounding him even more. His face was scowling as he tried to fight through the pain.

"Maybe, he became a werewolf like the ones Jamie infected, through magic, or just our auras." I suggested. "Maybe he doesn't have an Alpha."

"Or maybe Donovan's too weak to be my Alpha."
said Allen. Donovan and I both look towards the hole, but he didn't appear. "This ancient blooded bullcrap you guys mentioned must be a lie. Surely, you can do something better. What about your predecessors? What about me?" Allen still hadn't showed himself, but I could hear him from every direction.
"Why can I do this and you can't?!" He shouted.
Then, the ground under Donovan broke apart, and Allen sprung from it, in his wolf man form, hitting Donovan and sending him flying into the air.

When Donovan got close to landing, Allen slapped him with his hand like he was playing badminton. Donovan went spiraling into another house on the apartment complex, collapsing a huge wall and causing lots of damage. I hoped that apartment was empty.

"How did you do that?" I asked Allen. "Did you dig a tunnel in your own house?!"
Allen started grunting a little before he was able to speak English, so I guess it's difficult to speak that way.

"No... I did not... Dig a tunnel. I have that... girl's powers." He then grunted harder, which may have been choking. He spit blood on the ground, and looked back at me.

I was completely astounded. Is it even possible for a werewolf to gain someone else's magic powers? We had developed magic from the moon, and other spellcasters that feel in love with werewolves decades ago, but to take another creatures powers completely... I wasn't sure you could do that, and still have both abilities.

"What did I miss?" asked Jamie, I looked back and he was walking toward us, popping his neck. "I thought this would be fine by now."
After that, Donovan stared screaming repeatedly. Not a long scream, but dozens of sorry screams, then one long one, followed by more short screams.

"What's gotten into him?" Jamie asked me.
"I think he's going insane because Allen won't obey him."
"He's losing too, isn't he?"
"Uhh, I guess so."
We heard clashing and clanking, he must've been having a tantrum. All kinds of things started flying from the apartment; a sink, a refrigerator, a microwave, and a couch. Everything flew in different directions, so Donovan was just throwing randomly.

"I'd stop him, but I think Allen is better suited to do so." Jamie said, grinning. It looked weird, but Allen heard him and grinned too.
Finally, Donovan one last long guttural scream, and everything else went silent.

"Do you think he tuckered himself out?" Jamie joked. A massive shape jumped from the wreckage, and landed in front of us. It's footsteps created an earthquake, knocking me and Jamie off of our feet.

I couldn't believe my eyes. In front of us was Donovan, in his own huge wolf man form. The big brown monster was slightly taller than Allen, and looked a little bit more muscular too.
Donovan stared at his own hands for a minute, not believing it himself. Then he stretched, and let out a continuous roar that might've been laughter. He turned back to Allen, and stared speaking in grunts. When he realized Allen couldn't understand him, he put his hand to his mouth, and then to his throat. He growled again, and while he was trying to figure out why he couldn't talk, Allen struck him.

And Donovan didn't budge.
Allen was swinging at him left and right, hitting him square in the face. He was doing damage, but Donovan acted like he felt nothing. Donovan grabbed Allen's​ left arm, and snapped it inwardly at the elbow. Allen screamed and his blood gushed out all over the wall, and some splattered on me. Jamie picked me up and carried me further away from them, but didn't lead me into the house.

"Why aren't we going in there? Doesn't that make more sense?" I asked.
He let me go and looked at me. "Would rather have full eyes on this situation, or take cover in shelter that they could stomp to pieces on accident?"

Fair point.

I looked back at them, and noticed they fought like... people. They weren't scratching and clawing like werewolves normally did in battles, they were fighting consciously, fully intent on killing the other.

But werewolves can heal from almost anything, so I doubted either of them would succeed.
Donovan grabbed hold of Allen's head and attempted to smash it on his knee, but Allen bit into Donovan's thigh. Donovan yelled in pain and gave Allen the distraction he needed. Allen tackled him and relentlessly punched his face, every blow shaking the ground more and more as blood started to cover his beastly fists.

Donovan, with no time to recover, no time to regain his bearings, was trapped under Allen. He couldn't even shield himself, Allen was punching him too quickly. Fortunately, Allen started to get tired. His punches were slower, and fewer in-between. When they came to a stop, Donovan had already stopped moving.

Allen backed up, and pointlessly wiped his hands on Don's chest, spreading Don's blood all over his body, but it really didn't do anything to get it off his hands.

He exhaled, and even that sounded like growling. He was about to get off of him when something alerted him. His gigantic ears perked up and he started looking back at Donovan, a growl in the back of his throat.
"What happened now?" I thought to myself.
"Allen was able to read his mind and realized that Donovan was just playing possum." Jamie replied. I wasn't really asking him, but I accepted the information anyway.

Allen reared back his fist, and just by seeing the effort in his face, it looked like he was about to put everything he had into that punch. That punch probably would've caved Donovan's skull in.

Right before he struck, I shouted as loud as I could, "ALLEN DON'T!"

And he froze. Completely. Inches from Donovan's face, he didn't move a muscle. His body was shuddering a little, but he held that position, and did not ignore me.

"I can't believe this." said Jamie. Allen wasn't moving, and Donovan dropped his at and took notice. His growling got louder, and then he through Allen off of him, into the same building he had crashed into earlier.

"Donovan don't! Enough of this!" My words didn't gave the same effect on Donovan. He continued to completely disregard everything I said. He leapt over to that building and dragged Allen out of it, who was still in his wolf form, still conscious, but unmoving. He didn't try to fight back or defend himself. He didn't retaliate at all.

Donovan grabbed the same arm he had snapped earlier. It had already healed, but the blood that covered it remained. This time Donovan dislocated it and broke Allen's fingers.
Besides screaming, Allen didn't react to it. He didn't fight or try to get up.

"Donovan stop it! He gave up! WHY ARE YOU STILL FIGHTING?!" I yelled.
Jamie tapped me on my shoulder. "Allen didn't give up, you did. You told him not to fight him, and Allen hasn't. Do you know what this means?"

I did, but I didn't understand why. "How am I the alpha though? What did I do?"

Jamie smiled, a mischievous smile that unnerved me. "Well, even though Allen isn't like the people my aura infected, I'm sure the amount of.... erhm, time... you spent with him could have affected him alot, don't you think?
I understood what he meant after a few seconds, and I started blushing.

"Okay, but do you think you could have controlled those people?"
He thought about it. "Uh, no. That's why I think you must have done something really kinky the night they-" I punched him as hard as I could, and then realized that something did happen that night.

"Wasn't the full moon out that night?" I asked.
"Yea." replied Jamie. "What about it?"
"I may have scratched Allen before we went on the Hunt."