Chapter 18 Who Am I?

[Ethan]
"Shit, which pack are you from?" The slightly shorter rogue asks me, the hand holding the pistol trembling.
"So what? No dare to shoot me?" After saying that, I step on the bare rogue's hand back on the ground, and he is reaching for his dagger.
He screams out in pain and yells to his partner, "Help!"
I stare at the shorter rogue's finger and sidestep the bullet the moment he pulls the trigger. He takes a few steps backward, his brown eyes suddenly turning golden. It is a sign that he intends to shift.
"Grrr!" yells the bald rogue under my leather shoe. The skin of his arm is sprouting hair. It looks like he plans to shift and attack me too.
"Interesting." I laugh, watching the body of the rogue ten feet away from me become stronger, and his two hands are gradually turning into wolf claws.
Their shift is too slow, probably only at gamma's level, which isn't enough to make me shift and fight them. I jiggle my wrists and unbutton my shirt. There is a sudden aroma of fresh coffee in the air, making me stop my warm-up exercise.
I switch to my wolf vision and find Ella running this way. The shorter rogue who is in the process of shape-shifting also spots her. Ella raises her leg and kicks him hard in the dick between his legs as he turns his head. The rogue immediately stops shifting and falls to his knees with his hands over his injured organ.
I subconsciously step back two steps and quickly glance down at my suit pants before swallowing the lump in my throat. Is this she-wolf turning out to be so tough? Looks like I'll have to be careful joking around with her in the future.
"Hey! You got a bullet?" Ella trots up to me and touches my chest directly to check if my body has been shot by a bullet.
I have no time to avoid her touch. But it seems I don't need to worry about her finding out I'm her mate because her cheeks are flushed, and the breath coming out of her mouth smells like champagne.
It is said that a drunk wolf's perception is drastically reduced. So, even if she is almost leaning on my arms now, she may not be able to detect the truth.
"Are you drunk?" I ask her, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not drunk! I come to save you." Ella pats me on the shoulder.
Okay, I'm 100% sure she is drunk.
"You!" Ella lifts her hands to my face and scrutinizes me.
The silvery moonlight shines on her face, lighting up her eyes that are more stunning than any star in the sky. But they were not as radiant and full of fascination as usual. The moonlight seems to have misted her eyes and added a sense of mystery.
My heart beats faster because of her touch, and my body starts to heat up as if every drop of blood is boiling because of her fingers on my cheek. Is this the feeling mate can bring? I want to kiss her, and my body has honestly made a move.
Just as my lips are about to touch hers, "You!" the scent of alcohol comes over me.
"You nuisance!" she yells at me angrily and pinches my cheek with such force that I suspect she is taking revenge on me.
I immediately grasp her wrists and force her to let go of me, then turn around and hold her against my car door. There are only about 2 inches between us. The scent of coffee emanating from her body mixed with the lingering aroma of shampoo in her hair hit my senses. I stare at her coral-red lips, unable to think of anything else. If I move forward just a little more, I can taste her - the unique taste belonging to me only.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Ella questions me before I intend to kiss her again.
"What?" I ask.
"Why didn't you tell me who your mate is? You're making me weird." Tears spring to her eyes as she gazes at me and bites her lower lip. She continues, "I'm so hurt. I heard Mia was your MATE. You're a jerk."
The moment I see her tears, my heart and stomach hurt at the same time, as if I had been swept into a tornado. But what she said sounds incoherent and confusing. Has she mistaken me for Lucas? When has she met Lucas? Has she fallen for Lucas?
Ella is struggling to get me to release her wrists. I don't do as she wishes because I am feeling annoyed now. I can't let her go until I find out if she mistakes me for my brother.
"Ella, who am I?" I ask.
"B...butt...er ....." She hiccups and slurs words of unknown meaning.
"Who is Butter?" I ask.
"You," she grins, hiccups again, and boldly kisses my lips. No, it's not a real kiss; it's more like her lips brushing mine, like a feather sweeping over them, soft and warm.
I unknowingly let go of her wrists, my mind going blank as my hands drop to the sides of my body.
"Watch out!"
Ella shouts to wake me up in these few seconds when I lose the ability to think. She pushes me away and extends her arm to help me block something.
I turn around and see a half-wolf, half-human creature, the bald rogue. His left half remains in human form, and he holds the dropped dagger. The dagger penetrates Ella's arm.
Dammit! I can't believe I don't sense the killing intent behind me and let that bastard hurt Ella. Anger is gathering in my body. I clench my fist and punch hard at the monster's face. But that is not enough to quell my rage; I must kill him.
I unleash all of my Alpha's aura and step closer to the bastard. His left arm and left leg haven't fully shifted into wolf form yet, but his wolf instincts drive him to run away. I grab his tail with my hand.
"Please!" The gray wolf makes his last human sound and pleads with me for mercy.
I grip his tail tightly and grunt, "Done with your last words?"
Sirens come from the distance. Some nosy guy must have heard the shot and called the police. I grunt in contempt, grab the rogue's hind limbs and break them with force to prevent him from escaping.
"AHHH!" Ella leans against my car, clutching her bleeding arm.
"Ella, are you okay?" I immediately turn to check her wound. The dagger is still in her arm. If I forced the dagger out, it would bleed worse. I should find something to bandage her wound.
"You (hic) heartless asshole!" Ella curses me as she hiccups and pulls out the dagger.
"Are you crazy? Aren't you hurting?" My eyes widen in surprise as I hold her arm, bleeding like a fountain. Her warm blood flows from the palm of my hand to its back. But she drops the dagger as if she can't feel the pain, with an expression of loathing.
She rubs my shirt with her bloody hand and complains to me, "I got my... (hic) hands dirty to save... (hic) you. Why don't you say... (hic) thank (hic) you?"
WTF? Why does this girl seem to turn into a different species of the creature when she's drunk?
"Ella, are you sure you're all right?" I ask.
She smiles at me, then raises her bloody arm. Miraculously, the wound on the outside of her arm, bathed in moonlight, stops bleeding and is gradually healing. Oh yes, I remember that she was stomped by Camilla yesterday, and her wound healed quickly. It seems her healing ability is beyond imagination.
"See? I'm the superwoman (hic)! I can save (hic) the earth." She proudly pats her bloody arm, and the next second, "Ouch!" she screams out in pain, then surveys her arm and mutters to herself, "Strange! Why is it healing so fast this time?"
"Phew!" I breathe in relief after making sure she's fine and even overly energetic. I help her pin the hair stuck to her face behind her ear and smile, "You little drunk! How many surprises do you have that I miss?"
"Butter..." The drunk Ella grabs my hand, rubs against my palm with her cheek, and again shouts the damn man's name- 'Butter.'
I frown, "Who the hell are you calling?"
"Butter Bread." Ella sniffs the smell of my palm and opens her mouth to bite the root of my thumb.
"Don't move!"
The police arrive late with guns and flashlights, along with Lucas and Ella's roommate.