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He is dead, and it does not feel like a good thing.
He got what he deserved, but …
I thought I would feel good about killing those who tried to kill me.
There was a time, not so long ago, that it seemed like something I would enjoy.
That was a violent fantasy I was able to imagine because I didn’t see our enemies as people.
The reality feels much different. Even knowing what this boy had planned with his brothers is not enough to make me feel as if I was righteous in killing him. It is simply something that needed to be done. It was necessary, but it was not fun.
He can no longer be a threat to Lita, and his kind will have one less chimera in Nightshade which will make it much easier to destroy the remaining parasites.
I will be glad when this is over.
Though I would do anything for my pack and my mate, I know now that I do not enjoy killing. It is simply a necessary evil.
Sighing, I lift the dead body over my shoulder.
I should bring him back to the clearing.
Scar will have fresh orders for me.
Our night has only begun.
Chapter Three
Fox
IdidnotknowI would enjoy playing cat and mouse, but this chase is oddly invigorating. Thor is of course the mouse, even if he looks like a wolf right now. All of his vicious, nasty words flood through my head as I hunt him through the woods. He was desperate to defile my mate and cause her as much pain as possible. I cannot say I would like to do the first of those things to him in return, but I will make sure he is in as much pain as I can give him before I end his life.
He will scream, and he will bleed, and eventually he will die.
It does not surprise me when Snake joins me, swinging from the trees overhead.
He moves past me, and I know what that means. My reptilian brother will stop the chase and help bring it to its natural, blood-spattered conclusion. I cannot wait.
As I expect, Snake drops down in front of the shifted wolf, making Thor crash into his body and tumble at his feet. I growl as I advance on the now trapped wolf. He launches himself at me and scratches my arm with his little wolf teeth. I grab him, yanking him away from my arm before biting into his shoulder deeply enough to taste blood.
I have marked him, but the intent makes him my prey.
That is all he is now. Nothing more.
I move back at the sound of his whimpering.
I believe he knows what I have done.
Marks are a wolf shifter thing, and he has been raised as one of those, even if it is not the truth of what he is. He does not seem to know that truth and I am not prepared to tell him. It is unlikely that he would believe me, besides. He does not seem smart enough to know he is different from the other wolves.
“Shift back into your human form, Thor,” I snarl at him.
He ignores me, and I say it a little louder.
It is very difficult to ignore a true Alpha’s command. The irony is, if he were actually an Alpha, it wouldn’t work on him no matter how loudly I demanded it.
Knowing he is as far from an Alpha as it gets, I am certain I can command him.
Chimera or not, he is spineless.
