Khaos promised he would come.
Deep in my heart, I don’t think he will come, but it’s a nice thought. I don’t feel so alone.
I can feel myself losing my humanity. With each kill, with every untreated wound, with each inhumane fight, my determination to be something other than this is fading.
I am vengeance. I am fury.
I will be the end of the Foster Pack.
I just need to wait for the right moment. All I need is one chance. After all, I don’t have anything else to live for.
I ignore the stench and my growling stomach and close my eyes, drifting into a world where I hear them talking just in the other room. I catch their scent. And I have hope.
A tear slides down my muzzle and onto my tail.
In my dreams, I’m still Casey.
Casey
“You did this toyourself, you stupid bitch. If you had just let us take the Khaos brat, it wouldn’t be so hard, but here we are, four months along, and, still, he hasn’t come for you. Some mate.”
I howl in agony when he lets the trap dig its serrated teeth deeper into my paw.
Jonas takes a drag of his cigarette and walks around me. I can’t go anywhere, but I still try to turn to keep him in view.
“Shift.”
The alpha bark rolls past my foggy and confused head like water off a duck's back. I feel nothing.
“Omega, shift to human.”
And die? No fucking thank you.
I will die as a wolf.
He’s standing right there in front of me, and I have no idea how he got there. Did I just pass out? Dangerous.
I can take him if I get free. Rip his face off and bathe in his blood. I look down at my mangled paw. I dive and bite into my own leg.
“What the fuck, Casey!” Jonas shouts and kicks me hard enough I hear ribs break.
I snarl and whip around, snapping my teeth and just missing his leg.
“Fuck, you really are feral now. I bet you don't even know your own name anymore.”
I turn back to my leg, but, this time, his boot hits my rump. I let out another warning growl. My fur rises, and I crouch low, ignoring the agony in my paw.
“Stop her!” Jonas thunders.
They pounce, pinning me to the ground. I get a bite of someone’s arm, taking a massive chunk of meat and swallowing it down.
In the back of my mind, I know I shouldn't be doing things like that, but I'm so hungry, and I can't remember what I need to be.
The blows rain down until I'm barely breathing, lying on the ground in my own blood, while my pack laughs.
Jonas picks me up by my back legs and throws me headfirst into the hole. I land heavily in the dark, ignoring the pain.
“You should have given them to us. You should have saved yourself.”
