Saving Macy: Part 2

Andrew and I stood just a few meters away from one another, both angrily glaring at the other. The rest of the team were preoccupied with the other members of Andrew's pack, and I was relieved to see that those in charge of guarding the perimeter were dragged in here and that Rene and Cody had returned from their evacuation process. It meant a few more numbers on our side, and there was never anything wrong with more vigilantes joining the party.
"Hey!" Andrew yelled out suddenly, causing the whole room to turn their gaze towards him. He smirked and pointed towards me with a long index finger. "This one's mine!" He growled out. It certainly did catch Damon's attention as he looked at Andrew angrily and then back at me. He, however, seemed to relax when he caught sight of the small smile appearing on my face. Perhaps he already knew what Andrew did not- that I belonged to absolutely no one.
"Why don't we make this little showdown interesting?" Andrew asked, gripping at his blazer between his fingers and then ripping it off of him and throwing it to the floor. "Let's fight without using an ounce of our werewolf abilities. I think it's only fair given that you're an Alpha. What do you say?"
I waited a moment, thought carefully, before ripping at the lower half of my dress, leaving the new hem skew and uneven. "Sure, now let's see what you've got."
He smirked and gave his neck a click before making the first move and lunging towards me. But, even without my werewolf abilities, I was too fast for him, and side-stepped the poor man, sending him crashing to the polished marble floor. I winced for him and chuckled. "Did you honestly think I'd be defenseless without my werewolf abilities?"
He got up from the floor, dusting his white dress shirt and then wiping the deep red traces of blood from his lip. "Yes, but I see that now I should not let my guard down."
I nodded and then motioned for him to come at me once more. He did, but contrary to what I expected, skidded on the floor and tripped me with his leg, making me fall flat on the floor. I landed winded and he took the opportunity to hover over me, pinning my arms painfully onto the floor. He smirked down at me and said, "Looks like I have you exactly where I need you." And with that, his fist made painful contact with my face. The force of it was so intense that I was shocked none of my teeth fell out. "Not so high and mighty now." If only he knew that my pain tolerance was exceptional and that his punch was, although quite strong, still on the level of being mediocre.
So, after I had myself a little laugh, confusing the werewolf out of poor Andrew, I quickly kneed him in the crotch and then flipped us over as he whined out in agony. "Sorry, but I prefer to be on top." I said with a wink and then executed a solid punch into the side of his face, cracking the bones framing it and, in the process, splitting the skin of my knuckles. The pain was worth the screams I heard from Andrew, and I basked in the sound of his pain. It seemed to really get him angry and, when he looked back up at me, his eyes were glowing a silverish white colour, burning with hatred. Clearly, werewolf abilities were now on the table, and I began feeling sorry for him. He pushed me off of him, sending me flying into a few of his pack members. They gripped and grasped at me angrily, but I tore their limbs from their bodies with each hand that was laid upon me. I let out a deep, loud roar and jumped forward, tearing my clothes in the process as my limbs began to change and the hair on my body began to extend forming a soft coating of fur across my body. Andrew did the same, transforming right on the spot. He was a grey wolf, a few inches shorter than I was, and if anyone could see us standing a few feet apart away from each other, they would have seen how absolutely unfair this little battle was on Andrew. Nonetheless, he'd insisted and now that he had made his own death bed, he was required to lie in it. He, once again, made the first move, pouncing on me. I kicked him off of me using both my hind and fore legs launching him into the air, and then sending him crashing painfully to the ground. I took the opportunity to charge for him and grabbed his leg with my mouth and began thrashing him, counting the amount of clicks and cracks I heard as his body shook violently. When I was satisfied that enough of his bones were broken, I got to work tearing the flesh from his body slowly going into a crazed, blood-thirsty frenzy. The agonising screams he made seemed to alert the rest of his pack and, what was left of them attempted to save him. But I was too far gone and too consumed with burning hatred and vengeance that I doubted even Damon could match me. I had no clue of what I was even doing. All my body did was tear and rip, tear and rip the entire time. It's all the wolf side of me now knew how to do as if hypnotized and in a state of pure savagery. It was only when Damon called out to me, that I began regaining my senses and began to bear witness to what I had done. Only a small proportion of Andrew's pack remained unscathed, and they stared at me and their massacred pack members in absolute horror. Even Andrew, who was barely conscious had this look of deep horror planted on his face, as if he'd laid his eyes upon some ghastly, beastly creature. It took a while for me, but slowly, I began to calm down, hiding away from the gazes of my own team who looked astonished. Slowly, I felt my bones begin to crack and fuse together and immediately, I felt the fabric of Damon's suit jacket enclosing around my body as I reverted back to human form. My skin, I had noticed was fully covered in red blood. So was my hair and the tips of my fingernails. I doubted I'd be able to rid myself of this blood easily, both mentally and physically.
"Are you okay?" Damon asked, helping me up. I nodded slowly. "Sorry, I don't know what happened."
He said nothing, not knowing how to comfort me with words, and instead, gently rubbed his hand in a circular motion between my shoulder blades.
"I need to talk to Andrew. Keep an eye on his pack members."
"Shouldn't we kill them?" He asked.
I took a look around at the scared faces and shook my head no. "Contrary to what you just witnessed; I didn't come here to wipe out his entire pack. They were just doing their best to protect their own, and unfortunately, they got in my way."
He hesitated for a moment before nodding and agreeing with me. He then let me go and returned to where the rest of the living stood confused and scared in their little corner.
Andrew attempted to back away from me when I neared him, but I grabbed at the torn collar of his shirt and he stared at me in horror, as though he were scared of what I'd do to him.
"Macy, Timmy and the people I work with. You tormented me with them all, why." And, for the second time tonight, it seemed the emotions he previously portrayed was nothing but a facade. His scared features began slowly changing, emitting a raw sense of deviousness. It was a look which gave me a familiar set of chills down the spine.
"My blazer pocket." He croaked out. I hesitated, before walking towards his blazer and then digging in the front, breast pocket. Nothing in the world, not even some sort of otherworldly spiritual meditation would have ever, ever prepared me for the item I retrieved from the pocket. It was a branch of Jasmine flowers which had lost most of its scent and now stood quite wilted between my fingers. Attached to the branch with a piece of shiny, black ribbon was a small, tiny piece of paper with nothing but the letter "-L" written in black pen. But the letter and the familiarity of the writing was all it took to turn my blood icy and my throat to run dry. Immediately, I turned towards Andrew who smirked up at me. "That's why. He asked me to give it to you, and to tell you, Jasmine, that the game has just begun."
It felt as though the walls of the Barsotti Manor were beginning to close in on me, compressing me until I was nothing. I could barely breathe, and at the same time, I found myself in a raging fit of hyperventilation. It was to the point that Rene, Peter, Kristal and Damon came rushing towards me as I collapsed to my knees and clutched at my throat. Andrew began wickedly laughing. It was uncontrollable, unnerving and made me nauseous and I was grateful when Damon ripped his throat out, leaving the man limp and unmoving. His eyes, however, were still open and stared at me, unblinking and mockingly.
"Jasmine? Jasmine what's wrong?" But I couldn't say a thing. I was just about paralyzed in fear and terror as I realised the most frightening truth.
This was Lucien's game.
I was just about ready to pass out, when Jared ran in, clothing soaked in blood and a wild, scared look in his eyes which snapped me out of my fearful trance.
"It's Loren." He began in a pant. "She was brutally attacked... she's losing so much of blood!" Jared looked as though he were on the verge of tears and the sight had everyone in a state of panic as they began nearing him.
"What about Macy, is she safe?" I managed to utter despite the new feeling of panic engulfing me.
That was when Jared turned the palest shade of white, I had ever seen in my life. "It was Macy who attacked her… Macy's a werewolf."