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He smacked Terror, who recovered quickly once again, snapping at the lion’s jaw and mane. He managed to tug slightly at Franco’s strings of fur, sharp needles of pain making Franco tense a little.
Terror snapped at his ankles, nipping them lightly, then Franco got him between both paws. He thought about twisting his neck off his shoulders right then and there, like a cork off a champagne bottle. He certainly had the strength to do it.
In a moment of hesitation, Terror took the upper hand as he liked to do. Honor meant nothing to the wolf, who bit hard into one of the fingers Franco had closest to the wolf’s open mouth.
It crackled like a fire.
Instead of bellowing with searing pain, Franco used the anger in a practical manner. He dragged Terror back into the garage with one paw, the little bloodthirsty pup still attempting to gnaw at his fist. He then tossed him, ever so roughly, into the garage, hearing his body slam against the monitors once more.
Franco then used his mouth to grab hold of the chain that pulled the garage door down. He yanked at it using his entire body weight, letting it bang shut with a metallic rumble shutting Terror inside.
Terror smashed against the metal bars, trying to stick his claws out through the little holes, fingering at the lock. He wasn’t going to be able to reach it, even if it remained unlocked.
His big eyes bulged through the gate, his voice a loud hiss inside Franco’s mind.
YOU CHEATER! YOU COWARD! FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!
Franco sighed, exhausted in more ways than one.
That’s enough out of you.
Franco secured the lock on the gate quickly, then turned his attention to his teammates. He was mortified to find streams of blood splashed like confetti over the ground that led to where Violet was still battling an unhinged Koss.
Franco went for him. He saw Cornel with the other wolf pinned to the ground, likely defeated. It filled him with confidence, barreling toward Koss as the life of his fated mate hung in the balance.
He spotted where the streak of blood had come from. Her face was slashed, just as much as Koss had been. Violet had gone onto her hind legs, ready to topple over her opponent with her brute strength.
Franco slid into the scene, stopping his big and solid body. It took everything he had in him not to get involved. There was no way he was going to make her think she couldn’t take care of herself. If she needed him, he would be there.
As magnificent as any painting, Violet took Koss’s head into her paws midair, then threw him briskly to the ground. She then leapt on top of the wolf, who looked more than deflated. When she threw her head back, exposing her glistening fangs and pummeling into Koss’s jugular, Franco could no longer restrain himself.
VIOLET!
Her teeth sank into the wolf. Franco could not only hear the sopping sound of blood, but he felt it as well. The stink of blood in the air was like a rusty penny.
LET ME DO THIS!
Her voice in his mind wore a mask of hatred, a mask of protection. She was angry over the fact that her fated mate’s life had been threatened, and she wanted to provide the enemy with a lesson he would never forget.
Meanwhile, Cornel had knocked the wolf unconscious on the track and was dragging it back to the garage. Emergency personnel and police were beginning to filter around them, flashes of red and blue light alarming Franco’s tired disposition.
His shoulder ached, feeling like a wing flap on his back. When he spoke to Violet in his mind, he spoke delicately with a burst of respect and love he could barely contain.
Violet, they are done. Killing them would only land us in a world of trouble. Let him go. Let the authorities deal with him.
Violet looked up at him with her beautiful eyes. Her expression was stern and focused, her fiery shades heaving up and down with consideration as her enemy below her was slowly draining of blood. Franco only looked at her, lowering his head to meet her eye line.
Come on. Let’s go home and celebrate.
Franco felt Violet’s heartbeat begin to slow through their mutual connection. At the same time, she eased her grip on Koss, who had passed out. She rose, dropping the lifeless wolf to the ground, eyes glazed over in panic.
Violet’s mouth was caked in blood, wolf flesh, and fur. She was calm. He sensed it. She stared at him, still unblinking, and Franco began to wonder if she was in shock.
Do you still love me?She asked.
Franco moved in closer, vacant of fear. Her voice had returned to its sweet, low, hushed timbre, the one which made a shiver run up his spine. It was close to her bedroom voice, the one that could sing him into slumber at any moment.
Still?he cackled in his mind.Violet, I loved you the second we met. I think you know that.
