Page 109 of Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

My clothes shredded instantly, the fabric that had been with me since they’d dragged me from London finally giving up the ghost. Bones lengthened and reformed with wet pops that echoed off the walls and my vision sharpened into hypercolour as my wolf senses exploded online.

The two men freeze. Eyes wide. Fear-scent sharp in the air.

Good.

Lunge.

Younger-prey stumbles backward. Hits wall. Pulse thundering under soft throat-skin. Sweet terror flooding the space between us. Teeth so close to warmth, to meat, to—

Pain.

Silver burns through paw pads. Floor coated in it. Agony shooting up legs but rage burns hotter. Starving. Furious. Will not be caged-thing for them.

Boy-prey whimpers. Delicious sound.

Older-prey moves. Weapon raised. Scent-markers of dominance. Alpha-threat but fear underneath swagger-smell. Can taste it. Salt-sweat. Adrenaline-spike.

Snarl.

Lips pulled back. Show teeth. Show what happens to cage-makers. To ones who tear me from soft-sweet-one.

Boy-prey pressed against wall now. Breathing fast-fast-fast. Heart rabbit-quick under ribs. So easy to tear. To rend. To make pay for grinning-smugness.

Step forward.

Silver-floor burns but fury stronger. Always stronger. Hunger clawing belly-empty. Need meat. Need blood. Need revenge-satisfaction.

“Jesus Christ—”

Words meaningless. Human-sounds. Only scent matters. Only fear-smell and weakness-markers and—

Crack.

Ribs explode with fire. Electric current seizes muscles. Body hits silver-floor. Burning. Burning everywhere.

Pain-white. Vision spots. But still moving. Must move. Must survive.

Roll.

Away from weapon-threat. Paws slipping on silver-slick. Every step agony but rage feeds movement. Drives muscle. Drives bone.

“Stand down!” Older-prey shouts. Weapon smoking in his grip.

Growl.

Low. Rumbling. Pack-threat sound. Leave-territory-now sound.

Boy-prey making small noises. Whimpering. Submissive-sounds that sing in blood. Prey-creature recognising predator-truth.

Run.

Corridor stretches ahead. Narrow-space. Walls closing territory. Paws screaming against silver but moving anyway. Must move. Must escape cage-place.

Door. Locked. Scent-markers of metal-cold. Of barrier-thing.

Slam.

Shoulder against door-thing. Pain shoots through muscle but door stays closed. Trapped-trapped-trapped.