Bleu spat at him. “Fucking dog!”
He tried to get his legs under himself. Titan trotted over and bit into Bleu’s thigh, ripping out his hamstring. Bleu tried to kick Titan; Crush bit into Bleu’s neck, his teeth piercing skin. Titan ripped out his other hamstring.
“Thanks,” Crush said to Titan. “You should get your leg checked out.”
Titan’s foreleg wasstillbleeding.
“Eh,” Titan said. “I’ve had worse.”
“Let him bleed to death,” Bleu hissed. “It’s the only thing he’s good for.”
“And you wonder why no one wants you around.” Crush smacked Bleu’s face into the asphalt, so his nose broke with a crunch. Bleu shouted and struggled uselessly, more blood leaking onto the asphalt.
“Fuck you!” Bleu yelled.
By now, the other wolves had crowded closer, standing in a loose circle around them so Bleu could not escape.
Crush bit into the back of Bleu’s head, ripping off his scalp. Bleu shrieked. But Crush did not stop there. He lifted his hind leg, pissing onto Bleu’s face. “I’d call you my bitch, but I don’t want anything to do with you. The piss will help wash off your blood though. You’ll get to have an open casket funeral.”
Bleu roared and retched.
“Harsh,” Titan said.
“It still isn’t enough to pay for what he did to Killian,” Crush growled. “This is just minutes of pain. Killian suffered foryears.And so did other omegas. How many of them died at your hands?”
“I didn’t bother counting. They weren’t worth the effort,” Bleu spat.
Several growls rang out around them. More wolves had shown up by this point, all of them circling around Crush and Bleu. Someone shifted back into a human, tending to Titan’s injured foreleg.
“Don’t spend too long playing,” Killian blurted. “I’ve had enough of him.”
“Yeah,” Crush agreed. “We all have more pleasant things to do.” He shifted back into a man, straddling Bleu from behind.
Bleu struggled like a fish on land. “Someone help!”
“How many omegas have said the same to you?” Crush’s laugh was cold and mirthless. He reached down to grab Bleu’s throat. Then he yanked the man backward, snapping his spine. Bleu screamed. Crush twisted his fingers into Bleu’s hair and slammed his face into the asphalt.
Bone crunched. The screaming stopped.
Killian listened as Bleu’s pulse slowed down to nothing. Only then did he suck in a deep breath, slumping onto the ground.
It was over. Albert Bleu was dead. He would no longer torment Killian and other omegas.
Killian cried a little, losing some time. It wasn’t until he heard a familiar voice that he blinked himself back to the present.
Crush was crouched two steps away, bloodied and naked, concern clear on his face. “—back with me?”
“Huh?” Killian said.
Crush’s shoulders sagged. He leaned forward, smacking into an invisible wall. “Come out of there, sweetheart. Let me hold you.”
When Killian blinked, he found more of the pack around him—Titan and Gavric, their dads and brothers, and even Uriel and Doc.
He felt self-conscious, suddenly, being at the center of attention. “Um. When did everyone get here? Weren’t half of you back at home?”
“A few minutes ago. I’ve called Blade; the police department will be arriving to take our statements. Come out of the barrier, bunny. I want to give you a hug.”
A hug sounded really good. Killian began to move, pausing when he noticed a weight in his hands. The gun he had borrowed from Crush. Pink spellsheets were scattered around him.
