“She’s what?”
Logan’s voice exploded from his mouth. His nostrils flared widely, chest heaving up and down.
“You heard me, Masturbator.”
“Did she…” He exhaled, left eye twitching.Bad sign!“Did she leave me?” He started to rock back and forth, arms clutching his middle. “It hurts.”
“Hell yeah! She went back to Inverness!” the Comet yelled before pursing his lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, I meantScotland. You know where that is, right? United Kingdom! Ever heard of that?”
A deep growl rumbled from Logan’s chest. I could feel it morph into a full-blown roar.
Things changed.
His expression shattered into something cold, unforgiving, with no shred of compassion.Beastly. The tic in his left eye was the only indication of the immensity awakening from within him, besides the cracks on his arms seeming to break further.
When two red irises blinked open, Callum pushed his mate behind his back and held her there with one arm.
“T! Hey, T.Thor, calm down!” I tried, but Logan was focused on the Comet douche.
“She…she left?” Logan repeated, tone flat in a sort of daze-like trance, ignoring us.
His left eye twitched again. His head tilted to the left, then snapped, as his fingers curled into a strange hooked shape, nails turning completely black.
When werewolves started to shift, they normally shook from head to toe. They would growl, and their eyes would turn pitch black. Fangs and claws would emerge. Bones would pop.
But the future Alpha of Dark Diamond wasn’t a typical werewolf, and what Logan did before his alter ego appeared were just small, tiny things—things that someone like that douche didn’t care about or even notice.
Why would he, when he had never seen anyone oranythinglike it? Sometimes ignorance could be very dangerous.
“Oh, Aunt’s tits!” I cursed, glancing at the people around me. “Back off, everyone!”
“Or what?” the douche dared. “Will he knock me down and rip me up alive, like he did with Sillas? How can you be upset that Yvaine dated him? You’ve been fucking anything that moves?—”
Enough of this shit.
The punch that knocked him out didn’t come from Logan.
I kissed my knuckles for a job well done.
“Does he ever shut the fuck up? Jeez.” I glanced at the body crumpled on the ground. That should do for a while. I was Skeleton Man; smashing skulls was my specialty.
My attention snapped back to Logan, and I flinched.
Black veins surfaced and bulged all over his body. The unnatural tic in his left eye increased in frequency as the gold of his hair shifted into an inky black, from root to tip.
“Logan, my man, hey. It’s me, C. Please take a big breath.”
But Logan didn’t spare C a glance, because his name was no longer Logan.
“Mate, away.”His voice was different, the grammar incorrect.
C and I jumped back.
“Callum, move them away.” I took a very slow step back, my palms open in front of me.
“I’m not going to leave you here with it,” my twin whispered, his mate trapped in his arms.
“What the hell!? What’s wrong with him?” The girl with curly dark hair couldn’t help but stare at the Terminator.
