Saliva drips in strands out of my mouth, and a low growl that can’t be heard by human ears vibrates in my chest.
I spring, my powerful jaws closing around the back of her neck. I drag her back, digging my back paws into the ground and yanking, quick, fast, strong movements, and we’re in my dark pit before anyone can say anything.
I turn on Liz, my teeth exposed.
She lets out a shriek that hurts my ears, but I ignore it.
She’s going to pay.
For every. Single. Moment.
I start by snapping off her fingers.
Then, I systematically destroy her.
They come in with electric prods. I watch them from where I’m curled up in the corner, growling wildly.
Her mate wails, he screams, he curses and rages, then he turns on me. In his rage, he wants to hurt me. I’ll kill him first. He clenches his fists, the glow of the wolf in his eyes.
Threats screaming into the air, smothered by my low growls.
We stare at each other.
He lowers his chin to his chest and averts his eyes, taking an unconscious step backwards. I snap my teeth, and he turns and runs.
Coward.
“You can't let her live after this,” someone says.
I don’t recognise him, but then I can’t look away from my father and Jonas.
“We can’t kill her yet; she’s too valuable,” Jonas murmurs. “We can still use her.”
Use me?
I dare them to try.
From the dark, I watch them drag her body out of my den.
The scent of my rage scorches the air; my body trembles.
A short time later, the doors open just enough, and someone throws down a freshly killed rabbit.
I stand up, walking over to nose it.
Clean.
I devour it and return to the dark, where I wait.
Except…I don’t remember what I’m waiting for.
Khaos
At every corner, myfather seems to know our plans and stops us. He’s had the pack separated for the last four months. I’m mostly banished to my suite, unable to get out.
But on the occasion that I do, he uses threats of violence against my pack to gain my reluctant obedience. Every attempt foiled, and then I’m sent to the dungeon to simmer in my rage and hurt. The agony of wondering if she is safe, hurt, alive, or dead drives me nearly out of my mind.
Where are Riot, Wrath, Angel, and Hazard? What did my father do to them? I haven’t even heard whispers. When I was in the cells, I heard Oliver in the one beside me. He didn’t sound good. There were voices, so many that I recognised, so many that had sat at our table.
