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I kick behind me. Hard. The feral curses angrily as something cracks. It might be my bone, but since I feel nothing except the adrenaline spurring me to get away, I take my chance to crawl out of his reach.
It was a good attempt. I’ll die believing that because I only get a few inches away before he hooks the back of my thighs with his claws.
I didn’t scream. All the way up until he dug his claws into me, dragging me back to him as he tore through my flesh, I refused to scream. I’m a shifter. A she-wolf. Apredator. He didn’t get to make me howl.
But that’s not the only reason. If I screamed and West was near enough to hear it, he’d come for me—or what’s left of me. I won’t do that to him, but the choice gets ripped away from me when his claws slice through me, so deep he cuts through muscle and gouges bone.
“Ahh. Music to my ears.” He digs deeper. This howl burns my throat raw but that’s nothing compared to the fire racing down my legs. “Yes. Your screams are as beautiful as you are, female. If your pussy is just as good, I might think about keeping you.”
Liar. He’s having too much fun torturing me. The mating will only be another level to hurting me, and when he’s done, he’ll leave me in pieces on this floor.
And there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
My vision starts to go hazy. With a grunt, he rips through my muscle, adding to my agony as he purposely yanks his claws out a different way than he latched onto me. Weak, I don’t fight my latest scream, though it comes out as more of a whimper when a fresh wave of sandalwood hits me.
West.
Collapsing onto the floor, my last thought is of West before I’m drawn back to what the feral is doing behind me.
The bottom of my yellow dress is nothing but tatters as he slashes it with his bloody claws. Fangs bite through my panties, tearing them off. Hot breath,rancidbreath bathes over my skin. His mouth is right there—
—and then itisn’t.
The feral’s dark scent is overpowering, but when I gasp again, I still taste sandalwood—and blood—on my tongue.
The blood is mine.
The sandalwood isWest.
He’shere.
Somewhere behind me, I hear a snarl, then a massivethudas something large is thrown at the far wall. Without the feral pinning me down, I crawl a few feet away before rising up on my knees and climbing to unsteady feet.
My thighs are screaming at me. They’re already healing, the skin stretching tight as I scurry over to the far side of the bed and crouch down behind it.
That’s when the feral hops back up, the promise of murder turning his partially shifted features into something even more twisted than before.
Because he’s lookingforwardto it.
CHAPTER12
HIS
Growing up in a wolf pack, I’ve seen plenty of challenges before. Blood is nothing new, even when you’re a sheltered omega she-wolf. Neither is death.
But the idea that I might be watching West die all because he rescued me from aferal?
I don’t interfere. The number one rule in any shifter challenge is that interference can be a death sentence to a bystander. Shifters aren’t as ruled by bloodlust like vampires are, but in the middle of a fight to the death, I could distract West. He might strike out at me by accident. The feral could even use me against him.
I know what I’m supposed to do. Crouching behind the bed, ignoring the pain in my body as I watch the feral circle West, I send a prayer up to our goddess that I’ll never doubt her wisdom again if only she’ll spare West.
Because this is what I get. So close to disregarding the male the Luna gave me, rejecting my fated mate for the mate of my heart, I never told him how much I still love him with words… and now there’s a chance I never will.
West is bristling with rage as he matches the feral step for step. That’s all the emotion I can sense from him over the feral’s lust for my body and West’s head. Even as he taunts West, the feral is still sporting an erection that has me swallowing another moan of terror when I see it.
If the feral wins, that means West has to lose. I’ll have to watch the male I love die, and then this cruel beast will attempt to use that monstrous dick on me.
I was scared before. That’s nothing compared to the terror that hits me at that realization.
