Fenrir.
He wanted to run. To be free.
He had never known freedom.
We can rule them, he said.Own every one of their pathetic lives.
I already own them.
This wasn’t a partnership or a hostile takeover. It was two pieces finally snapping together.
Our size expanded as we vaulted effortlessly over the stone wall. When we landed in the woods beyond, the earth trembled beneath us.
You will never need anyone, he growled, leaping through the trees.
Yes. He’d always been there. Even as a child, I never felt lonely. His whispers filled the void.
I relaxed and let him take control of our form. One could not exist without the other. It didn’t matter whose monster was greater.
All that mattered was that we were both monsters.
Chapter 3
Blaidd
I should tear him up.
It’s been a while since I tasted blood, Fenrir said, unable to take his eyes off Whitaker.
In the last nine years, Fenrir had enjoyed his little treats—dropped deep into the vast National Forest to be hunted. The end of the chase was always the same. Violent. Limbs torn away. He’d even managed to rip Bellingham’s head clean off his shoulders.
Their funny little eyes always looked so shocked when we told them to run.
I felt Fenrir’s amusement.
“That concludes the voting results,” I said smoothly, glancing down the length of the table as I inhaled.
Fear. Sweat—
I paused.
Interesting.
Two of them had fucked just before coming to the meeting.
My gaze pinned the woman taking notes. My employee had screwed Whitaker around… I inhaled again.
Fifty minutes ago.
“Does anyone have any further questions?”
“Yes,” Whitaker began.
“Anyone other than Gerald Whitaker,” I said with a yawn.
As they stood to leave, I watched them subtly shift away from him. All except Karen—or Carol—who hesitated behind him.
Caroline Mathers, Fenrir whispered.
