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Her bite on my chest burns with the thought, and my wolf purrs, but it wants to return the favour. It wants to see her skin marked for everyone to see and know whom she belongs to.
Wait,belongsto? What the fuck?
I don’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because I hear footsteps heading our way. They sound like they are next to me, but it takes a few minutes before I see the hunters.
We all stand, and they do a double take at us being naked. Honestly, it would have bothered me too before I changed, but it doesn’t seem to disconcert me as much now. I’m warm, and there is something almost freeing about watching their shock and embarrassment for me. I might never get used to it, but I pretend I am as I stare at them.
“Is it time, boys?” I ask.
Quinn leans into the bars, half facing them, half facing me, and she winks at me and turns her head. “Isn’t anyone going to play with me?” She wraps her hands around the bars, dragging her tongue up one before laughing. “I could take those ferals with my eyes shut.”
“That’s exactly why you’re not going down there. You’re going to watch your little hunters die,” one of them hisses. I think his name is Mark, or maybe it’s Matt? He was never very memorable, but as the five of them move to the cage door, I step back.
I need to at least pretend to fight or they will think it’s suspicious.
They open the cage door, and I step back. They have to come all the way in to get us, which they hate. They keep their gun trained on Quinn the entire time, but when I swing, they swearand converge on me. She winks and moves to the gate, doing something before stepping back when one turns to check on her.
I hold my strength back as much as I can, trying to keep my movements sluggishly slow, and I curse when they capture us and drag us out. The cell door slams shut, and as they haul my writhing body towards the ferals’ cage, I turn and drag my feet.
Jai calls out to us, real worry in his voice because we know this is a gamble. We are new wolves, and they are ferals, but I’ve been killing monsters since I was a kid.
This won’t be any different.
I have something to lose now though. My eyes go to her, and she nods at me. She believes in me. She thinks we’ll be able to get their guard down enough so we can escape and kill them.
My wolf growls approvingly at that, baying for their blood.
Swearing, I fight harder the closer we get to the cage like they expect, not wanting them to question why I’m calm. I hear Lucien doing the same, and when we are tossed inside, I check on him. His lip is split, he has a cut across his cheek, and his knuckles are bloody, but he grins at me before glaring at the hunters as the gate closes.
We hear a clap, and we see the commander stepping closer, ready to watch.
Asshole.
“Here, one weapon.” Matt smirks as he tosses a tiny blade through the cage, watching it land near my feet. I glance at the ferals to see them snarling and lunging at the bars, not realising we are here yet, but then one sniffs and turns to me.
The ferals begin circling us, and I grin. “I don’t need one. I am a weapon.”
I turn my back to the gate and share a look with Lucien. He can turn easily, but I’m the one who will need help. I loosen the reins on my anger, but it’s like a squeezed fist that I can’t unclench. I can feel my wolf snapping at my insides, trying toburst out and protect us, but something is always holding it back. Something I can’t control.
“Vale, you asshole!” Quinn shouts. “God fucking damn you, you weak fucking hunter dick. Your brother was better anyway.” She laughs as I snarl. “Stupid, pathetic—” I turn when there’s a groan.
Her lip is bleeding, and my heart stills as I watch the hunter slam his baton into the bars again, hitting her side.
Fury like I have never felt before blasts from me, and one second, I’m a human, the next I’m a wolf lunging at the bars for him daring to hurt her.
She grins at me with burning bright eyes, licking the healing cut on her lip. “Kill them for me,” she orders. “Kill them.”
“What the fuck?”
“He’s a wolf!”
I hear the hunters scrambling and yelling, but it’s not like they can come in here with us. Glancing back, I see Lucien changed too, and I slink over to his side as we face off with the ferals. Their heads are lowered now, scared by what they see, but unlike most animals, there is no rational thought there.
They attack, confused and angry, but my hunger is bigger than theirs.
I want to taste their blood. I need to show my mate my strength.
Mine, mine, mine.
