“Stay.”
She doesn’t look happy, Fenrir said, already wanting to hold her again.
“I can’t let you or the babies get hurt,” I said softly.
She nodded, then walked over and nudged Anthony with her foot.
“Feel free to slap him around while I’m gone,” I said, gripping her shoulders and kissing her forehead before turning away.
I was halfway down the hallway when I heard a loud, satisfying slap.
I’m all yours, I told Fenrir as soon as I heard all four voices.Annihilate them.
With that decided, I took off sprinting toward them, allowing my rage and his bloodlust to merge as he shifted. His head curled down as he hurled his body weight against the door. It burst open, and the men never got a chance to draw their weapons.
Fenrir moved so fast that everything became a blur. Two men were already rolling across the floor when Fenrir stretched taller—and wider. His teeth didn’t just sink into flesh; they tore through muscle. When his jaw clamped down, bones crunched and blood flooded our mouth.
It felt so damn good.
The terrified sounds around us were a bonus.
Beautiful.
It was over too quickly, but as I glanced around the room, I gloated at the sight.
Blood spatter streaked the kitchenette and seating area. Body parts were strewn across furniture and floor. Pools of blood reached his paws.
Fenrir wanted more.
He wanted Hanson.
No. He needs to suffer.
He grunted, swiping a paw and batting a severed head off the wall like an unruly pup with a whine.
God. You’re such a child at times. Let’s go. She’s waiting for us. Probably still slapping that dumb bastard.
The message we left for Hanson’s master would be clear as day.
My family was off limits.
Chapter 52
Lielit
When my palm stung from slapping the despicable man, that was when I stopped. Lashing out like that had felt good—but he remained unconscious. Fenrir’s vicious growls and the dull thuds that followed pulled me into the hallway.
I heard every scream of terror and every cry of pain, yet I couldn’t bring myself to feel upset at the loss of life. Despite the warmth of the woollen sweater he’d given me, I shivered as everything finally caught up with me—the mental and physical fatigue of staying strong for so long, of not giving in to all those dark thoughts clawing at the edges of my mind.
Tears blurred my vision.
How could they?
How could they sell women and children like this?
Babies?
How were these people allowed to breathe the same air as us?
