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I never wanted this.

I wasn’t a killer.

But I didn’t want to die, not when I’d made it this long.

Him or you…The whisper was desperate and absolute, sinking claws into my mind as I choked a sob.

I couldn’t die.

A low growl ripped from his throatas he jerked, eyes wide, every muscle strained. He wasn’t fighting me.

I was killing him, and he wasn’t fighting.

That was wrong…

Fragile shards, the few remaining pieces of my mind, cracked further.

“Dusk.” His croak was weak and foreign, but it seized me, dragging me back.

A name unclaimed. A name that risked blood and pain. Just like his.

No.

I felt a growl of terror rise in my chest.

I didn’t know him.

He was seconds from passing out, h-he had to be. I braced to throw my weight down. Do it fast. Get it over with.

Then you’ll live.

You’ll be free.

He had to die. He had to, or he would kill me.

Only, he wasn’t fighting. Another low, frightened noise shuddered over my vocal chords as his hand came up. Not in aggression. Instead, he cupped my face, fingers shaking as he trailed my cheek.

The haze splintered, shattered by a man so much stronger than I’d ever been. An alpha I knew. An alpha who’d claimed me as a brother in a place void of warmth.

Sandstorm eyes.

Wolfsbane and blood.

Kill him and I would live.

That day, I’d been reborn.

“I’m going to share your scent with Umbra,” I breathed.

I hadn’t realised what it would be like. It kept catching me off guard, how utterly incredible she was.

She tensed, frightened, finally daring to look up at me, glittering eyes still flecked with tears. “You c-can’t.”

I understood, at last, why she was so afraid.

“Hewilllove it.”

She didn’t react for a long time, not until I reached over to the bedside table, picking up my phone to text Umbra.

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