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The bad news was that this startled me and made the rest of the chaos in the room really come into the foreground. Wolves were growling and fighting to the death everywhere, and I got hit by one at full force, making me drop the witch-wolf completely and fall into the rest of what remained of the eastern wall.

The upstairs, after that, was now part of the downstairs decoration. Not that I cared, because the weight of the wolf I took knocked all the air out of me, and I laid there for a second, wheezing.

I realized the wolf that hit me was Ry, and it took another long moment before I realized that he was not in good shape.

“That guy is fucking built like a Mack truck,” he groaned miserably.

“Get the fuck up, Ry!” Caelum shouted across the room, like Ry was just being dramatic. Like he waseverdramatic.

But Ry picked himself up, mostly because he saw that he’d hit me and looked, even in wolf form, a little embarrassed. “Shit, sweet cheeks, I’m so fucking sorry,” he said. “You okay?”

You know that feeling when you’re really angry with your boyfriend, but he looks kicked to shit?

Yeah, that was a new one for me, too. Made me feel a lot of conflicting emotions, most of which I’m not proud of.

“No giving up, Ry. This bitch is psycho!” I hissed at him as I got back up to my feet. “I hate this, I hate this, I hate this so fucking much!” I muttered to myself as I ran back to the main bitch.

I was pissed now. I was bruised, and I was in a bad mood. I wanted to kick some ass.

Had I ever kicked an ass in my life? No. I was on the track team. The girls in my old high school that were violent all played some sort of amalgamation of violent games that they called softball. On track, we just kicked our own asses a lot. That being said, at least we got used to feeling like shit but still performing like badasses.

Juana was still trying to catch her breath. She wasn’t dead because wolves regenerated, apparently, very quickly. That was why there was a lot of blood and fur everywhere, but I only saw one or two wolves that seemed dead (none of mine; I think I would have gotten that through the pack-connection), and we’d been fighting for nearly ten minutes.

I think she wanted me to stop, maybe hesitate before fighting, maybe sit for another chat. She looked tired already. Well, too fucking bad.

I went for her ear. This was a strategic move; people forget how unpleasant ear injuries are. She didn’t see it coming. She did one of those bark-cries injured dogs make. Her mates started bee-lining right to me. I, in turn, made my way right towards Juana since she was distracted.

Ry and Caelum, their fur matted with blood, sprinted to keep her mates off of me, but it didn’t look like they would make it, since they were already behind.

This felt like a finale.

And maybe I was going to die. But honestly, this wasn’t going to be too bad. I mean, it was going to be bad, but at least it was going to be exciting. Elvis died on the toilet, for example. That wouldn’t bemystory.

I wasn’t going to fuck around, though. The least I could do was round two of attacking Juana’s throat. My wolf thought that the throat attack plan was a wise decision, probably the best one I’d ever made. It also decided that it was going to be satisfying to do, like a Pop-It. My wolf was strong, and a little insane, and had absolutely no fear of death. I didn’t really even feel like I was the wolf, but like I was riding it. I had some control, but most of this was done on a much wilder, crazier level, and I just had to see what happened.

After all, my wolf wasn’t like the wolves around me. My wolf knew this on a level I couldn’t understand. She felt like she was coming into an ancient inheritance, and being threatened on her own territory wasn’t something she could easily abide. My wolf wasn’t like me. She didn’t compromise, she didn’t hesitate, she didn’t think it through.

She tore throats out.

She closed on Juana’s throat, and all I saw was red. I felt warmth enter my throat, my kill latched rightly in my jaws. I had already done the deed when a heavy body of a wolf hit me at full speed, knocking me down harder than Ry had.

But this wolf didn’t get back up.

My wolf was annoyed, and as soon as it could get on its feet, it turned around with its kill in my mouth. My wolf didn’t notice that the room was different. My wolf didn’t really even notice that the fighting had stopped.

I did. I noticed. And for a moment, I was very, very confused. Why would everything suddenly stop?

And then I realized.

I had killed Juana.

She was strong, but her mates were stronger because they had been fueled with my ancient blood.

But she wasn’t full of it. She wasn’t me. And we had been powered up, too. And so, she really came in here too confident. Confidence that got her killed.

And wouldn’t you know? She must have been a claimed mate.

Because her boyfriends? They weren’t getting up.

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