AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Scratch takes off after Thor’s twin, and I no longer need to worry about him getting away.
I’m ready to give Apollo my full attention, when Snake hisses at my other side, asking for orders.
It would be easy to hand Apollo over to him, but I’m feeling greedy tonight.
I want to kill this idiot, and his leader, Orion.
“Go help Fox,” I tell Snake, knowing he’ll have more fun with Fox.
Snake hisses excitedly as he climbs the nearest tree and swings out of sight.
Fox will take his time with Thor, and Snake will help him make it more interesting.
My youngest brothers are bloodthirsty, and Scratch is not.
That is not to say he will not do what needs to be done.
He will just not take any pleasure in it.
I intend to enjoy every moment.
I did not expect to feel this way about killing, but these idiots deserve what’s coming to them, and I will be doing the town and the world a favor by getting rid of two parasites who have to hurt others constantly to keep themselves alive.
Apollo scratches my arm and I flex my fingers, moving them down and digging them into his flesh, hard, for the second time. He grits his teeth and muffles his own scream of pain.
“I’m going to make this hurt,” I tell him, as I move my right hand down to a lower point on his arm before I yank and twist in one swift movement. The sound of tearing flesh and muscle is sickeningly loud and wet. His shriek is one of ear-splitting anguish as I rip his limb from his body and toss it to the ground.
Blood gushes out of the wound, and he passes out within seconds.
He’s almost gone already, and that is disappointing.
The shock might have already started the process.
If it hasn’t, the blood loss will do it soon enough.
I release him to the ground, where I crouch and slap him hard in his slack-jawed face.
He does not waken. My claws score red divots across the pale surface of his skin.
This was too easy a death for him.
He deserves worse. They all do.
I get back to my feet and look at the last brother standing, the leader.
Orion smirks at me from where he’s standing over my mate’s unconscious human form.
“You think you can take me on alone, mutant?” he asks.
“I think it’s time you died an ugly death,” I tell him, as I step on Apollo’s head, crushing it under my foot. Blood splashes up over my ankle and sprinkles the grass at Lita’s toes. “That is what you deserve for planning to hurt our mate.”
He kneels in the grass, and lifts Lita’s hair back from her pale, slender neck.
“You know, you keep saying that, but I don’t see a mark on this pretty virgin’s throat.”
He looks up at me, grinning with glowing eyes and lengthening fangs.
“The first mark is the one that counts, Scar, and this little wolf is mine, not yours.”
