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There was no man behind those eyes as Colt stared. That I knew. Footsteps came behind me as Colt wrenched his wrists out of Carven’s grip. A wounded, bestial sound came from the Son I’d once thought was mute. His knees buckled, dropping him to the ground.
“What the hell set him off?” Kane asked, carefully stepping forward.
“Kane.” I warned. “Don’t.”
Thud!
The Son slammed his fist onto the concrete so hard it split his knuckles. Blood bloomed, dripping as he unleashed a tortured moan and wrenched his fist high once more.
But the goddamn therapist in him didn’t listen. “He’s getting worse.”
Carven shot him a murderous stare. “Yeah? No shit.”
The sneaky asshole in front of me had the good sense not to move. But it was the other weeping, pathetic excuse for a man that drew the unhinged Son’s gaze.
Colt unleashed a snarl and lunged, clambering on all fours to slam the blubbering idiot against the ground and screamed into his face. “They are…THEY ARE CHANGING!”
What…the…fuck?
I winced as I lifted my other hand, reaching blindly into my pocket, not daring to move my gaze. One fast glance, and I pressed the main contact number St. James had given me, listening to the ring tone before it was answered.
“What is it?”
“Yeah.” I started, staring as the Son pinned the poor fucker down and roared like a goddamn animal in his face, slamming his bloody fist against the ground.
“THEY ARE CHANGING!”
“You might want to get your ass here…like now.”
“What the fuck is going on?” St. James barked in my ear.
“Chaos.” I answered. “Just get here.” I lowered my hand and hung up the call.
“Colt.” Carven urged, carefully moving closer. “Buddy, it’s me. Colt…COLT!”
His brother wrenched his manic gaze upwards, that dangerous stare narrowing in on his brother as the ripe scent of fresh piss floated in the night air.
“Jesus.” Kane muttered, looking down.
The dude under the disturbed Son had pissed himself in fear, the stench growing more pungent by the second. Colt swung that demented stare to the cowering dude, sniffed the air, then pushed off him.
“Run.” Kane commanded the moment Colt shoved upwards and stalked toward his brother. The cowering bastard might be a spineless piece of shit but he wasn’t stupid. He scrambled forward, shoved upwards, and scurried away, leaving the other guy staring after him in fear.
“Listen to me.” Carven tried to soothe his brother. “Stay with me.”
Colt shook his head. He clenched his bloody grip and stepped forward, that sickening, terrifying sound growing louder.
Kane wrenched his gaze to Hunter, then to me, imploring me with his stare. I ground my teeth and gave a small shake of my head. No…fuck no.
Do something, he mouthed.
I shook my head harder, and pointed my finger. You. Do. Something.
He wanted to. But the moment he took a step, Carven shook his head, stopping him cold.
“Look at me. You gotta leash it, do you hear me? You gotta leash the Beast.”
The Beast? What the fuck kind of messed up situation was this?
