I turn to Flint, eyebrows raised. “Shift or no?”
Before he can answer the decision’s made for me.
Another roar splits the air, just as soul destroying as the first, and I’m powerless to do anything other than let my wolf take the wheel as instinct kicks in. Clothes tear as I shift, falling to the ground in tattered pieces.
Morgan’s cry for help overrides every other thought in my head and I can’t fucking stop myself from tipping my head back and answering.
I’m coming.
24
MORGAN
I know that roar.
He’s here, and my heart fucking soars.
For the first time since I entered this ring, Fox loses the smug, cocky expression. Wariness creeps in, and his scent changes. I don’t know what the fuck it means, but he’s unsettled for sure.
“Take care of that,” he shouts to the side, and I glance over to see Birch now standing there with one of the other hunters.
Wanker.
I daren’t watch to see what they do next, because Fox is too fucking fast to take my eyes off him for more than a second.
“You think he’s gonna help you?” Fox taunts. “He’ll be dead before he gets anywhere near here.” On the surface he seems to have regained his confident swagger, but my shifter senses tell me otherwise.
I catch the way his fist clenches around the knife, the sudden tension in his shoulders. Despite the fire burning my skin from where he cut me, I smile.
“Something funny, Webb?”
“He’s going to kill you,” I say softly but loud enough for Fox to hear. “He’ll tear through everyone you put in his way, and he’llcome for you last.” Every word feels like the truth as it leaves my mouth. I know it down to my bones. I cock my head, more for show, but then I hear it... muffled cries and snarls.
Fighting.
“Yeah?” Fox smirks. “You’re just a prospect in his stupid little club. What makes you so fucking special?”
Clearly Birch left out some information when he handed me over.
Fox seems blissfully unaware of the chaos headed his way, and it makes me smile even more.
“Because I’m his mate.”
I get to enjoy the shock on his face for one glorious second, and then all hell breaks loose.
He presses that button, lighting me up again and dragging another desperate roar from me. The pain goes on and on, and I’m dimly aware of the answering roar that’s full of unholy rage.
He’s coming, I know he is. I just need to hang on.
Panic erupts around the ring, spectators pushing and shoving each other to get out of the way. The pain stops suddenly, and I manage to lift my head enough to see a beautiful black wolf with silver markings, teeth bared, stalking towards us.
Blood coats his fangs.
Good.
I think of Luke and my father, and my lips curl back into a snarl.
I hope he made them suffer.
