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“Well, well, well,” he chortled, staring down at us. “The wolves have come home finally. And here I was, afraid you’d miss all the fun.”
The fun, huh? That’s what you call it?
I shifted back so I had the use of my vocal cords, though that probably wasn’t the smartest move given I was stronger as a wolf.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded.
“Looking for you,” he said with a smile on his face. “And my son, of course. We’ve been quite lost without him.”
“Michael’s gone,” I said, loving the fact that it was true. “You won’t find him. Or Monique.”
Something for which I was incredibly grateful.
The high warlock smiled and lifted his hand, moving his fingers through the air as if he was weaving a pattern.
I frowned at him. “What are you...” I moved back too late. Pain came down on me like a vice, locking up my chest and making it impossible to breathe.
Beside me, Kyle howled in wolf form.
I made for the cottage, reaching out for the high warlock. I was going to squeeze the life out of this fucking bastard, before he did it to Kyle and me.
“No,” The high warlock said, and I hit the dirt.
The heat of a nearby fire blazed over my back and I arched up, fighting the instinct to recoil and hide.
If he was going to kill us, I wasn’t going down without a fight.
“I’m going to take some more of your blood, thank you Kyle,” the high warlock said from beside me, and I managed to twist my neck in time to see him inject my best friend with a needle, withdrawing his blood into a syringe.
I still couldn’t breathe properly; could barely think except for the pain blazing through my body.
“What’s wrong?” I panted out. “Can’t get by without us?”
“Oh, I can,” the high warlock said. “But you were my first taste of real power, and I definitely want more.”
He came closer, a new needle in his hands. “Now be a good boy and let me see your shifter self. I promise I’ll stop the pain if you do.”
Neither my human nor my shifter side believed him. My wolf wanted to fight him, but knew the moment I was in the form he wanted, the high warlock would pounce.
“Never.” I forced the denial out through gritted teeth.
Knives jabbed into my back and belly, making me writhe and contort on the ground.
The high warlock sighed. “That’s a pity. But, oh well.”
The pain intensified and one of my bones cracked. I cried out against the agonizing pain in my shoulder and fought the need to black out.
I was dead. I couldn’t see any other way this day would end. But at least Monique would be safe.
I love you, Monique. With everything that I am.
Another crack sounded and I couldn’t contain the scream as my ankle was broken with some sort of magical hammer.
The high warlock’s eyes shone as he stared at me, as if he was getting a great deal of enjoyment from my pain.
Sorry, Michael. First chance I get, I’m going to kill your asshole dad.
Only thing is, I thought vaguely, as one of my ribs gave way under the relentless squeeze around my chest, I don’t think I’m going to get the chance.
