Hazard whines. One low, lonely note that hits me hard in the chest.
She rushes past us and bounds into him. He jumps back, dancing around her, and she clumsily dances with him until, at last, he stops and rubs his face along the side of hers.
Fuck. I look away, giving them this private moment.
My mother steps past me, watching with wide eyes. She’s never seen this side of Hazard. The carefree part of him that is healing to those who need it. I know it looks irresponsible at times, but it’s not; it’s never been that way.
Hazard is the sunlight we all need to breathe.
He pulls back and licks the tip of her nose, making her sneeze. Her tail dusts the dirt.
I walk towards them, and she turns, pressing against me as Hazard stands over us, protecting and watching out.
A moment of peace in chaos, a perfect moment of purity in battle.
She is my salvation.
“You!”
She wrenches her head up and away from me. Her father charges us, his eyes bulge, his anger and fear pouring off him, turning the air sour. He shifts into a deep charcoal wolf with a white mask.
She lets out a growl, but a silver bullet hits him.
I charge in, helping my mother. We rip at him, tearing him apart.
We make it slow.
We make him suffer.
She stands witness, Hazard beside her.
“Liam said you were an omega wolf, but he thought he gave you enough wolfsbane that you’d never shift,” her father says as he lies in a pool of his own blood.
The devastating blow hits her; I feel it.
She shifts, staggering, but Hazard catches her in his arms, his expression one of pure loathing as he looks at the wolf who should have protected this omega with everything in him.
“Wait! Liam did this to me?” Her voice is rusty and haunting.
“Liam has been your undoing since day one, my daughter. All the way along, he told me to kill you, but I couldn’t do it. You look very much like your mother. Should have killed you…”
Her eyes are glassy with tears. “Angel?”
I look to my mother. She darts in and tears out his throat, and the alpha of Foster Pack, the monster who tortured my mate, dies in the dirt, as he should.
I lift my head and howl.
It’s answered by the pack.
But there’s one voice I don’t hear.
Wrath is silent.
Wrath
The wolf is lean,but he’s athletic in his human form. He grabs Cindel and pushes her up against the wall, kissing her hard. She tries to push him off, but she’s crying too hard. In the end, she drops her hands and just lets him do it.
“Get your act together, Cindel. We’re in this together. We planned all this so we could rule together.”
