I need to do something.
“JONAS, STOP!”
He ignores me. I run back into the alley and throw myself on his back. My screams do nothing as he continues to shake Riot.
I see blood on the alley pavers.
Riot’s blood.
Our eyes lock, just for a second, a whole second.
He’s sorry.
He’s so sorry.
“No, I won’t let you do this!” I snarl.
A fury unlike anything I've ever felt rises in me. This unfit alpha is going to take one of mine.
He’s going to kill Riot and then me.
Wrath attacks, but it’s not enough.
If we had Khaos, we could stop him, but Khaos isn’t here.
They are going to die.
No.
I don’t think. I just act.
Angel
We’re all in townracing to find them, and the presence of the wolf pack is something you can feel in the air. I don’t care; I follow the pull of my pack and the smell of menthol through the streets until I find her truck.
I hear the growls and lunge towards the alley, only to see a giant wolf I don’t know tangling with a smaller wolf with dark fur tipped in silver. She’s gorgeous; I know her instantly.
My omega found her wolf.
I lunge towards the enemy and grab him by the throat, my teeth sinking deep, hot blood flooding my mouth. He’s big enough that he shakes me off, but the pack falls in. Riot attacking his flank, Wrath grabs a back leg and snaps the bone, Hazard appears and grabs the other side of his throat, while Khaos walks towards us on stiff legs.
We bring down our prey for the alpha to destroy. It’s a time-honoured show of respect and dedication to the pack as a whole.
I glance to the side and see her standing, her front legs spread wide, head hanging low, panting.
She starts to shake.
I can hold him, her enemy, or I can help her. I can’t do both.
She trembles, and she collapses to the ground, shaking all over. Shock. It can kill. I let go of the wolf. He breaks free of the hold, fighting his way out. Khaos surges past me, driving the feral wolf away.
I shift and kneel, lifting her into my arms, holding her close to my chest. Her fur is soft and thick, her body perfectly proportioned for a shifter. She’s heavy, but I have her.
“Breathe, Omega. You need to breathe.”
“Angel?” Riot says hoarsely.
I ignore him, carrying her quickly out of the alley to the truck. I climb in the back almost pulling the door off the hinges. We’re joined by Hazard in wolf form, who scrunches up until he’s almost leaning on me, making the vinyl seats creak. Riot gets in the passenger seat, while Khaos gets behind the wheel. There’s not much room with a wolf, but it’s enough. Just.
