Fresh blood seeps from the aggravated wound. I whimper as he shoves me onto a moldy, bloodstained mattress.
What could he need a mattress for? My panicked mind can only think of one possible reason, and it’s something so vile and heinous that I gag at the thought.
He unbuckles his belt with a sinister grin spreading his lips, and I piss myself in fear.
Corvin, general in Cara’s army and model citizen among the wolves, is going to rape me.
Did he do this to Cara? My blood shifts from icy cold to scorching as a red-hot rage surges through me. I hadn’t sensed such an injury when I healed her, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t overlook something. With as much damage as they did to her, it would be easy to miss.
A low growl rumbles in my throat, and Corvin chuckles.
“You think you scare me,kittycat? You’re injured. Chained. Useless. The only thing you’re good for is providing a warm cunt for me to bury my cock in.” He pulls down his pants, and said cock springs out.
I scoot back to the far side of the filthy mattress, never taking my eyes off him. He advances with his rod in hand, a mad glint in his eyes.
“I’ll teach you what you women are good for, just like I taught that bitch Cara. You think you’re too good for men? You think you can just spit in the face of natural order?”
Hediddo this to her! He hurt her more deeply than I had realized, more profoundly than mere physical wounds.
No matter what he may think Cara did, no matter how he thinks she slighted him, nothing can be bad enough to warrant that kind of savagery. Something inside me, something teetering on a razor-sharp edge, snaps in that moment. Suddenly, my own pain is irrelevant. My own safety matters not. The only thing left is a raw, bloodthirsty need for vengeance.
Corvin steps into the mattress. His eyes glow yellow, and I see the start of a shift to his wolf in his elongated canines and gnarled fingers. He means to violate me as an animal.
I crouch low, hands hidden by my legs. For all he knows, I'm cowering.
For all he knows, the magic in my chains is still working.
It's funny how strength can find you in the strangest times. All my life, I've been weak. Timid. Now, though, with the man who attacked my one and only friend bearing down on me, a surge of energy ripples through me. The restrictive spells on my bonds fizzle, and a strange calm settles over me. My full powers lie at my fingertips, buzzing beneath the surface.
I shift my fingers into deadly claws, and I prepare to strike.
Corvin’s masculine pride will be his undoing. He assumes a superiority that simply isn't there.
He delivers himself to slaughter.
I let him grab my throat. I let him get close. Let him lick my cheek, leaving a long trail of saliva. I let him lean into me.
“Your screams will satisfy me for years to come. Yours and Cara’s. I'll use you both nightly, and you'll be helpless to stop me. You'll—”
His words cut off as my claws pierce his chest, wrapping around his black heart.
“You'll die here, Corvin. You are going to burn from the inside out, andyourscreams will replay in my happiest dreams for the rest of my days.”
Yellow eyes widen, the fanged mouth opens, and an agonizing howl rips through the air as I ignite his still-beating heart.
Chapter 18
Cara
I’ve never been so torn in my life.
Sable is a panther. The enemy. She’s …
She’s sweet. And kind. And shy. She’s caring. Wounded, and not just from the crossbow.
Whatever she is, she doesn’t deserve what Corvin’s about to do to her. What can I do about it, though? I’m chained, unable to use my Solar gifts, locked in a cell.
Morbid as it is, I pause to listen for her screams.Iscreamed, after all.
