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“You monster!” I yell, ripping my hands away. I swing my fists at his face over and over. A part of me breaks, stealing away my human rationale, leaving me broken and wild. Bloodthirsty and in need of revenge and justice. They might not have done the worst they could’ve to me, but they would have if they hadn’t been interrupted.
A deep growl reverberates down my spine, but I still don’t stop. I’m going to kill the son of a bitch with my bare hands if I have to.
Chad screeches, his voice turning high-pitched to where I’m sure ocean animals can hear him. Something locks to the back of my shirt, the strength managing to drag me away from Chad. I kick and fight, training my gaze on Chad as he clutches his bloody crotch. The shock of seeing his pants down and his cock a bloody wound freezes me and knocks sense back into me. And fear.
Teeth graze my fingers before a cold nose nuzzles the palm of my hand. I gasp and jerk away, meeting the bloody snout of Kellan’s grey wolf. It’s still hard to acknowledge that it’s not his wolf. It’s him.
Hands slide under my arms, and a muscular body engulfs me in a hug, lifting me off my feet from behind. “Chase, quick!” Davian yells, his voice booming in my ears.
“Someone end him. His screams are going to draw attention. Put him out of his suffering,” Chase commands, coming into my view.
Silence falls after his words. Chad no longer screams in pain. I don’t even have to look at him to know that someone obeyed Chase and killed the man.
A part of me—admittedly a monstrous part of me I didn’t even realize I had—wishes that it could’ve been me.
“You have enough blood on your hands, Eliana. Allow someone else to handle the mess.” Kellan’s voice trickles through my mind.
I don’t get to look for him because Chase fills my vision, clutching my cheeks between his hands to search my eyes. Blood stains his face, and a bruise purples his cheek already. Davian doesn’t fare any better. Blood trickles from a cut on his lip, and bruises in the shapes of fingers darken around his neck as if someone tried to choke him to death.
“Where are you hurt?” Chase steps back with his question, running his fingers over my arms, trying to inspect me the best he can. “Turn her just a bit. There’s blood in her hair. I need to see if it belongs to her.”
Chase touches a spot on the back of my head, and I wince in pain. It’s where Chad threw me on the ground. Combing his fingers carefully through my dark tresses, he finds the cut from the rock used in an attempt to knock me out.
“She’s scraped up pretty bad on her legs,” Davian murmurs, keeping his voice soft as if he says the words out loud that he might explode. Anger laces his voice, but it’s not directed at any of us.
“Those will be okay. I’ll clean them. I’m more concerned that she might have a concussion or might need stitches. We aren’t equipped for the latter. I’ll know for sure when we get her cleaned off. I need water.” Chase guides my head back a bit until sun shines in my eyes. “How much pain are you in?”
I blink a few times, my mind and body finally aligning. I ignore his question and ask, “What about you? You were stabbed. I was so scared.”
Chase doesn’t have a chance to brace himself before I fling my arms around him and hug him, forcing Davian to let me go.
Chase chuckles and groans, but he doesn’t put me down. I find my mouth against his, and we kiss each other in a rush of emotions. Relief and lust, excitement and a bit of fear—so many things crash through me that I can’t help myself.
“Damn, I was stabbed too, Eliana,” Adam teases, ruffling his hand through Chase’s messy hair. “I mean, look at this.”
I jerk my attention from Chase, my mind catching up to me. Chase sets me on my feet, but my legs wobble, and I stumble. A furry body darts in front of me, and I land on top of Kellan in his wolf form. He transforms beneath me, turning into a man as we hit the ground. Our eyes meet, and he grazes his fingers across my cheek, sending tingles of pain and something else, something more intense, across my skin.
“Eliana...” His voice trails off.
I flare my nostrils and shove my hand to his chest, pushing myself up. The edges of my vision blur, and I sink back down. My head throbs along with the rest of me.
Chase kneels beside me. “Easy now. He helped us and led us here.”
I rest my head on Kellan’s shoulder, begging the world to slow down. “He h-helped? Why?” I stutter with my words.
“Because you need each other. You need the protection and they need a female to show their capability. Something shifts among the pack alphas, but mine isn’t telling us anything. I happened to overhear some things. I know I shouldn’t get involved, but my very soul demands it.” Kellan tests me by resting his hand on my lower back.
“Is that an island thing? Because I feel that shit too.” Tristan tightens his jaw, staring at me as I lie limply on Kellan.
“Could be survival instincts...or maybe because Eliana is a sexy little badass. Just look at her. I don’t even care that she’s on top of that asshole. I still want her.” Adam squats beside me, shading me from the sunlight breaking through the trees. “What do you say? Let me carry you to where we’re going to build tonight’s shelter?”
All I can do is nod. I want nothing more than for someone to hold me. Feeling the weight of their arms around me will help keep me together when a part of me—the weak, scared little girl—begs to fall apart.
“Then I will clean you up and see what I can do about your injuries,” Chase adds, flicking his gaze to Kellan. “Is there any way you can get me any first aid supplies?”
“For Eliana, I’ll do anything.” Kellan hands me to Adam, and he strokes his fingers over my cheek. I automatically cup his hand, pressing his skin into mine. I don’t know why I do it or why I feel like I need to, but it’s as if his strength can somehow seep into me through touch alone.
I clear my throat. “Thank you. I know you didn’t have to.”
