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Mine!
Mine!
Fury nearly drove me to madness, my heart hammering against the thick ribcage of my wolf, my thirst for her reaching new heights.
I’d witnessed the ravaging kiss the bastard had given her and the way he’d pressed his hands across her naked skin. I’d seen him disciplining her and heard her soft moans of delight from the brutal manner in which he’d punished her.
I took ragged breaths, confused as to my intense reaction. I’d been controlled all my life, able to avoid the kind of yearning that had led to the demise of so many of my pack. Why now? Why… her?
I closed my eyes, envisioning her, my cock throbbing to the point I would need relief soon.
Vanessa…
I called out to her once again. She’d heard me before. She’d been very aware of my connection. I laughed, rubbing my hand across my mouth until my sharp teeth pricked my paw. I had to get control. I took a deep breath, holding it until my lungs expanded fully. I was strong and virile I was capable of withstanding this bullshit. Yes, I would take her, train her.
Use her.
However, she would thrive in my possession. She would flourish with my training, begging to surrender to my every need. I dragged my tongue across my sharp canines, savoring the slight whiff of her remaining in my system.
Soon, Vanessa. I will take you soon and no one else will ever touch you again.
I issued a series of low-slung growls, enjoying the fear emanating from every creature of the night. I was a king and soon there wouldn’t be a single beast or human who didn’t bow down.
Every muscle in my body was tense, the blood pumping wildly as I raced through the darkness, the scent of small prey driving me to a famished state. I wanted nothing more than to crush their bodies with my hands, savoring the blood of their veins, but I had requirements to follow. I almost laughed at the realization I’d sold my soul to another human monster, one capable of extinguishing my power with the wave of a hand.
I’d been a fool to accept the money, my need for revenge fueling my decision. Money no longer mattered in a world where members of my pack were dying, succumbing to the ancient curse no one had believed in. My mission was personal, a fact that had somehow been discovered and used against me.
I snarled as I raced toward the outskirts of the city, ignoring my increasing hunger even as every portion of my body shook from longing as well as rage. Tonight would be different. Tonight would bring about change.
Tonight, I would be king.
I continued on my path, slowing as I came close to the street where the bastard lived. I would take great pleasure in my actions, more so than any of the others. This kill was personal, a moment of retaliation that would be freeing in so many ways. I padded close to the house, studying the single street light almost a block away. All was perfectly quiet. While there were no lights on in the house, I knew it was only a matter of time.
Patience.
I’d learned the art of biding my time. I dug my claws into the dirt, taking a deep whiff of the other creatures in close proximity, their scents driving me to near madness. As I heard a series of howls, I lifted my paw, slathering my tongue across the swollen pads. The domestic animals had heard the cry, their innate need to run with the wolves something their human captors could never understand.
After only a few minutes, the stench of gasoline permeated the air as a car approached. I wouldn’t have long to wait. As the oversized truck pulled into the driveway, I shifted closer, my keen eyesight able to identify the driver. Yes, he was the one, a monster in his own right. As he cut the engine, I waited. There was no reason to rush.
Only when he’d climbed out of the vehicle, closing the door and engaging the lock did I advance. The howling of the dogs suddenly stopped, as if they were aware the predator was about to strike. After the human walked toward the side door, fumbling with his keys in the darkness, only then did I choose to strike.
As I sliced my sharp claws into his neck, dragging him into the backyard, the shock kept him from screaming for help. When his instinct kicked in, finally struggling for his very survival, I clamped down on his arm, jerking him onto his back as he wailed, begging for help.
Adrenaline rushed through me, every muscle and tendon on fire, blood soaring through my veins. I was so alive and as I peered down at him, saliva dripping from my gums onto his face and neck, he began to understand there was no escape.
There was no way to avoid the monster.
“No. No!” he screamed, as if begging for forgiveness.
No one would be saved from my wrath.
I tipped my head back, the sharp howl penetrating the night before slowly lowering my head, allowing him to see the reflection of himself in my eyes. The single growl was little more than an acknowledgment of his terror seconds before I lunged.
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Vanessa
Terror.
