Her best friend. Her alpha. One of them was supposed to die tonight.
Except I refused to accept that.
Lurching upward, I grabbed Liam’s arm and hauled his torso down toward the bars. Letting go of his arm, I nabbed him around the back of the neck, using that leverage to raise myself closer to him.
My lips touched Liam’s in a kiss I savored. If this was the last time we touched, I’d take the pain with the pleasure and count myself lucky.
Before I was ready, I drew back. “Have a little faith, lover. I’ve yet to give you the hell you deserve for tricking me into this marriage.”
“You’d better keep your promise,mo chuisle. This world won’t survive what I’ll do to it if you don’t.”
“Always so bossy.”
I dropped, the desperation and pain that wracked Liam’s expression accompanying my fall.
Hitting the ground a second later, I rolled to my feet in one smooth movement, my gaze on the wolf that was inching his way toward Baran.
“Alright, Brax. Let’s me and you tango.”
Lucky for me, the wolf was fixated on his new prey. The powerful muscles in his shoulders bunching as he prepared to pounce.
I raced across the sands, barreling into him from the side.
My arm flashed, burying my dagger anywhere I could find.
Once.
Twice.
Over and over again as the wolf went crazy under me.
Undeterred, I wrapped my legs around his back, riding him like a bucking bronco as I tried to bleed him as much as possible.
It was unlikely that I’d kill him this way, but it might weaken him enough for me to figure something else out.
Howls lifted from the stands. His pack mates protesting his treatment.
Hypocritical bastards. I noticed they hadn’t seemed nearly as upset when I was the one getting savaged.
Brax thrashed under me in a violent heave that nearly dislodged my grip. I lurched forward to wrap my arms around whatever part of him I could get hold of, the dagger dropping in the process.
There went that plan.
The world revolved as he threw himself onto his side, alligator rolling in an effort to crush me under his two hundred some odd pounds.
I was guessing. Truthfully, I had no idea what the werewolf’s weight was.
He certainly felt heavy enough as my chest compressed and breath exploded from my lungs. He was built like a brick house. All muscle and bones that he exerted in an effort to escape.
His skull collided with my nose in a crunch that made my eyes smart. Blood flowed down my lips and cheeks as I blinked away tears.
That was it. If he got to tear my throat out, I got to do the same to him.
A vampire’s bite worked against a werewolf the same way theirs did us. Maybe mine wouldn’t be as potent as an older vampire, but it would at least slow him down.
Maybe.
Either way, my fangs were the only weapon I currently had.
