No one else.
The thought barely had time to register before Fenrir surged forward, bone and muscle twisting violently beneath my skin. Fabric strained, seams protesting as our form began to shift.
Her scream cut through the room.
Irrelevant.
The gun, however—that was not.
That mattered.
Even as Fenrir plummeted across the room, his size expanded, his paw raised before the guard could aim. He swiped the gun from his filthy hand. Just as Fenrir began to land, his jaws widened. He swallowed the guard’s head, snarling—wet and vicious—as he clamped his teeth down. He shook him rapidly, chomping until the head detached and blood sprayed over our face.
Yes, I hissed. Die.
With a single gulp, he swallowed the head.
Thump.
The guard’s body finally fell.
Fenrir’s eyes rested on Lielit.
I felt his fury, but then he sniffed the air, ignoring her sobs.
He did something that had never happened during his bloodlust moments. His rage ebbed away, and he raised his head. Our chest puffed out.
What are you doing? I asked.
He paced around the bed—once, twice—then went back to the prey, dragging the carcass between his paws toward her and dropping it on the floor.
He was offering it to her as a gift.
Why are you doing that? I hissed.
Lielit screamed again, tears rolling down her face as she clutched the covers.
That’s when I noticed the speckles of blood on the covers—and on Lielit.
Tears and blood.
They suited her.
Chapter 16
Lielit
Adam’s blood-stained hand twitched, but my eyes were drawn back to his neck. Blood gushed out, and the rug beneath it began to soak it up. I started to whimper as I cried. A raw, broken sound that I’d never made before.
It moved.
Hovered above me.
I glanced up with blurred vision.
A monster.
A giant monster.
