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Hunt…hunt them.
Then kill.
The Beast was hungry, ravenous for blood. I hunched my shoulders, driving my body harder. Heavy steps thudded against the concrete tunnel under my feet. Carven was a blur beside me, his nearly white hair fucking neon in the dark as we left the alley far behind. The moment the doors opened and Hale’s Sons spilled out, we’d known this was the only way to reach him. So we’d fought. We’d killed, and at the first opportunity, we’d pushed through those open metal doors and plunged into the darkness.
“Move…your…fat…ass,” Carven snarled beside me as he surged ahead.
My chest burned.
My breaths were like razors.
Still, I pushed harder and let that savage part of my nature rise. Because it wasn’t him I focused on…it was the three up ahead running away from us. The three Sons who were leading us to the only one we really wanted. The one we hungered to tear apart…Haelstrom Hale.
I unleashed a growl and pushed harder, hurtling toward them…and slowly gained ground.
“’Bout…fucking…time.” Carven jerked an unhinged grin my way and dropped his hand, palming a blade.
Only, I sensed movement in front of me, coming fast. I drove my fist through the air and into my brother’s shoulder, pushing him hard away from me. He stumbled to the side as the first of Hale’s Sons stepped out of a small alcove and lunged.
I dropped my shoulder and met the swing of his fist with brute force. His feet left the floor as I drove him into the air, then down again, hard.
Thud.
His body impacted with the floor as two more of them came in fast. Steel slashed through the air, forcing me backwards. I lunged, driving myself back again and again and again, until there was nowhere else to go. Agony sliced through my shoulder.
That pain triggered the savage monster inside me. Walls trembled before they came crashing down and the Beast was unshackled.
NO!
He roared, clawing upwards, and instead of moving backwards, he slammed into Hale’s Son and drove him back. I couldn’t hold on, slipping further and further away into that emptiness. But I didn’t fight him this time.
Instead, I gave him the one thing he needed…
The memory of her.
Kill them. Kill them. Kill them.
Hard breaths. The slash of pain. One that whipped my gaze toward him. The male stopped, scowling as I just continued forward. Blood. Agony. They only made me stronger. I clenched my fists and drew them upwards as an image slammed into me.
My Wildcat.
Big and round with my offspring.
Her hair whipped in the wind, wild and free.
“They want to hurt me,” she urged, her hand resting against our babies. “They want to kill what’s yours.”
My lips curled back as my focus narrowed in on the male in front of me. One who shook his head and glanced at the other one at his side. My brother grunted, the clash of steel sharp and brutal in the dark. But I didn’t focus on him.
Carven could take care of himself.
It was her I thought about as I stepped forward. Her that ripped through me like adrenaline.
“What the fuck?” One of them muttered before I lunged.
My fist drove up, connecting fast and hard with his stomach. With an oof, he doubled over. But I was already grabbing him by the throat and lifting him until his feet dangled and kicked as he wailed.
The bite of cold steel pressed against my temple. “Put him down now,” the other Son commanded.
