I also have a fully functioning irate wolf running the show while he’s clearly lost his mind. Likely a side effect of Bryson controlling him, which is the only explanation for his blankness.
How did he even get here?I wonder as he attempts to attack me again.
My wolf reacts, going straight for his throat with the intention of finishing the job this time.
His arms come around me and squeeze so hard, bones start to crack, but my jaws are locked tight around his jugular.
He didn’t expect me to leap.
And he thinks his strength is enough to intimidate me now.
But my wolf works through the pain, locking her teeth and ripping out his fucking throat. A harsh gurgling follows, his crazed eyes blinking in surprise as blood pours from the wound.
He’s choking.
My wolf is licking her chops, appeased.
His knees buckle, his hands clawing at his throat.
When a bullet goes through his head.
Asilverbullet—something I know because I feel the blaze of it in the air.
I spin toward the shooter to find Alpha Dirk lowering the muzzle to his side, his body covered in blood.
And a dead Alpha Kin at his feet.
I back up, my rump hitting the wall as I brace myself for whatever fight is about to occur. Because pure unadulterated rage pours off of Alpha Dirk.
He’s bigger than Alpha Kin.
Stronger.
Fiercer.
My wolf growls, challenging him because she doesn’t know what else to do.
Alpha Dirk narrows his eyes in return.
Then a howl pierces the air, the source of it coming from the phone on the floor between us.
My legs buckle beneath me, my animal immediately submitting to the rage coming from that sound.
Tieran…
32
TIERAN
Several Minutes Earlier
Your lives or hers, Bryson said.
I choose neither, I think as he enters the clearing with the phone near his side.
It’s a mistake. He’s still hooked up to the speakers, allowing me to hear Clove’s response.
She’s in pain and she’s furious.
