Deepa felt her blood boil. Those fucking bastards. She was going to rip their throats out once she was done basking in Axel's blood.
She took a deep breath, her anger bubbling just below the surface, her claws sharpening, the hair on the back of her neck rising.
Deepa closed her eyes, taking another deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
She couldn't lose control. She needed to be precise.
Deepa slowly opened her eyes, focusing her attention on the task at hand.
Axel.
His window was open, a soft light illuminating the room within. It was bare with only a bed and dresser, unwashed clothes littered the floor.
She could smell him. The scent of his skin, the warmth of his breath, the blood pumping through his veins.
The hunger grew stronger, her muscles tensing, her pulse racing.
He was lying on his bed, his blue eyes gazing at the ceiling as his phone played rock music.
The wolf inside her growled, urging her to take action.
She slipped through the window and moved towards him, her footsteps silent, her body hidden by the darkness.
He sensed her presence, sitting up, his gaze falling on her, eyes widening in surprise.
She pounced, pinning him to the bed as her hands wrapped around his throat.
He struggled, his fingers digging into her flesh, but she refused to relent.
"You killed him," she hissed, her eyes burning with rage. "You killed him."
He clawed at her hands, his legs kicking beneath her.
"You killed him," she growled, tightening her grip.
She could feel the life draining from him, his skin growing cold, his eyes rolling back. She was almost there until her grip loosened on its own accord, the heart wrenching pain in her chest becoming unbearable.
He gasped, the sound of his breathing filling the air, the warmth of his skin returning.
Deepa collapsed beside him, tears streaming down her face.
She couldn't do it.
She knew that no matter how many times she tried, she'd never be able to kill him.
Just the thought of his death was unbearable.
"Fuck," Deepa hissed, fingers clenching the sheets, turning her face away from him so that he wouldn't see her tears.
"Yeah," Axel muttered, rubbing his throat. "Fuck it is."
He remained silent as her shoulders shook, allowing her to cry it out. After half an hour, his warm arms snaked their way around her waist, pulling her flush to his body as his face pressed against her neck.
Deepa knew what was coming, but she was too tired to fight it.
He rolled his groin against her arse, letting out a hiss. "I want you."
Deepa was tempted to push him off, but she couldn't. The need to feel him was too strong to ignore.
