I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “It's ripe for the picking. It's a delicious specimen, juicy and flavorful, and it's all yours. You can tear into it just like you’ve always wanted, drinking down every last drop like the fine wine it is.” I could see the other Fanger freaking out as his friend grabbed his leg and dragged him closer to him, salivating at the mouth at what he desired.
“Keep a firm grip on your prey so it doesn't get away, and drink, drink, drink it all up. Rip into the heart first. A delicacy should always be savored.” The vampire on the ground tried to crawl away, kicking at his friend. Only my puppet was strong and lunged for his friend, making a bloody mess as he carved into his chest, ripping the bones out like a madman to get to the heart.
He yanked out the heart, sat up, and right before sinking his fangs in, I whispered, “Once you have tasted your last drop, you will do the same to your own heart.”
I stood up and turned away from the gruesome scene, knowing that my work was done and I could now focus on the wolf. To my surprise, there was Duce, naked, patching up the wolf with the wolfsbane cuts.
When I approached, I expected disgust or repulsion in his eyes at what I just did, what he had just witnessed. How brutal my powers could be in my hands. The hands of a killer. Instead, I staggered as his steel blue orbs connected with mine, pure lust and adoration shining as he smiled at me.
“There you go. The poison should stop spreading now that you have the antidote. Now go.” The wolf got up, stretched out for a second, before running towards a group of wolves and vampires fighting on the other side.
Duce stood up, his sweet smile and easy eyes drawing me towards him, and my body was weak to his call. His arms circled around my waist, bringing me in close as he gave me a kiss on my lips before hugging me, whispering in my ear, “Nothing you do will ever make me think differently of you. You will always be my glass filled cupcake. My dangerous, violent, cute, gorgeous, silly, sexy cupcake that makes me want to cuddle you while at the same time fuck you to the moon and back.”
I laughed in his arms, not realizing that I was gripping his shoulders tightly, so scared of what he was going to think of me at that moment. All of my fears washed away like the sand on the beach, gentle and calm, filling me with hope.
I saw movement in the forest behind us, and I slowly lowered my arms as Duce nuzzled into my neck. “Duce,” I called out, but he just complained.
“Awww, come on. I know we are in the middle of a battle, but I'm totally digging this half-naked hug. Maybe you should get naked, too?”
I saw a flash of steel, and I pushed him to the ground with me before a pop sounded. I didn't take another second to think before I scrambled off the floor and went after the fucker that just tried to shoot my Duce, my sweet and devoted wolf that wanted to give me cuddles and sex. Oh, this vampire was going to die.
Going deeper into the forest, I heard a few sets of feet behind me, and, for some reason, I knew it was my wolves. I could feel it. I could feel each of their auras like they were my own, all except one.
They were covering my back, and I knew I could trust them to do the job justice. I focused on the vampire before me, running after him like a wolf myself. I could smell his fear. It was like an invisible trail of stench that called me to finish the job. To make sure he would never be able to try and hurt what was mine again.
As soon as I caught up and cornered the vampire, he slowly twisted around, and I saw it was Killian. I smiled up at him. My time had finally come.
“You know he is going to find you, right? He will lock you up and suck you dry like the blood bitch you are.” He thought his words would hurt me, but they meant nothing. Less than nothing because that would never happen. I would never allow it to happen. I heard a few growls behind me, and I smiled so wide that my cheeks ached as I straightened.
“I don't think they're going to like that.” I threw my thumb over my shoulder, hearing four distinct growls behind me, and a calm settled over me. I cocked my hip out and laughed at Killian, seeing his confidence waver by the second. "You picked the wrong pack to fuck with."
"He won't ever touch her!" Duce yelled as he moved up next to me.
Dino's dark, angry voice rumbled, "Naw, we'll just hunt him down and rip out all his teeth. Stick his head on a spike right next to yours at our gate. It'll ward off all the other fucking idiots."
I licked my lips, envisioning what he said as I rubbed my hands together. "Ooohhh, a real old-world tribute."
The vibrations of Brick's laughter surrounded me.Oh, Temptress, you always have the funniest outlook on things.
I giggled, letting him know I heard him and appreciated it.
Gears cleared his throat before rattling off the facts for Killian. "Your men are dead, your transportation is in flames, and you're surrounded. You won't be laying a finger on Celine."
As I saw fear cross Killian’s face, I began to feel bad for him. He was really just a middleman wanting to get rich off that crazy asshole. Lifting my hands, I shrugged, deciding to give him a chance. "Look, Killian, it's over for you. You got to know that. There are no other moves for you. Give up now, and I will make it a clean death," I let my inner assassin take over, my face falling as I let my eyes turn lifeless, "after you tell me his name, of course."
Killian’s shoulders rose and fell as his breathing grew haggard. His eyes shifted around, trying to find that slim chance of an out, but I knew there wasn't one. This was the end of the line for Killian.
His eyes snagged on something to the left before he faced me and let out a crazed laugh, his eyes going wild. "That is where you are wrong, wolf whore. I still have one more move."
His hand with the gun lifted to his side, pointing into the woods, and my brows pinched. What the fuck was he up to?
A rustle came from the forest before Rabid broke into the clearing, right in the line where his gun was pointed. Killian laughed. "I might not win. However you're going down, too, bitch." Then he pulled the trigger.
It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye, really. One minute, I had my four wolves behind me, feeling like I was on top of the world, and the next moment, my whole world got rocked.
I just reacted. My body and magic were already moving before I told it to do anything. It was like I subconsciously knew that I needed to save Rabid. I needed to keep him safe at all costs. It didn't matter what happened to me. I didn't care about any other move than getting to him, shielding him.
I pulled as much water magic as I could, collecting it faster than I ever had before and propelling myself towards Rabid with a rush of water at my feet.
