Page 68 of Wolf Obsessed

Blood flooded my mouth and dribbled out the sides as I shook my head. The wolf went limp, and I barely had enough time to move off him before the second wolf landed on my back.

He snapped and bit into my scruff. I yelped as he got a particularly deep bite on my back, piercing the skin.

I reared up on my hind legs, throwing him off. I circled around him, and we glared at each other before we raced head-on.

We caught each other in an embrace, both of us on our hind legs, struggling for dominance. I batted my paw across his face.

He stumbled and started to fall back to his front legs. I used the momentum to force him to his side, using my head to ram into his middle. He yelped and chuffed.

He scampered across the ground, doing his best not to show me his underside.

I ducked my head down and kept pushing until I had him pinned against a tree trunk. He jerked, trying to get back to his feet. I put my front paw on top of him, pinning him down.

He whimpered and struggled as I pressed my weight into him. I chomped, trying to get a good grip around his throat. His legs flailed.

A branch whooshed down by my face, making me flinch. A sickening crack echoed through the air, and the wolf went limp.

Sloane kneeled next to me, her eyes on the deceased wolf. “I don’t know where Lincoln, Mikey, or the other wolf went. Sawyer, they’re gone.”

I forced a deep, controlled breath in as I turned around. She was right. They were gone.

I closed my eyes and focused on my brother. He was still close. I cocked my head to the side, listening. To the right, a scuffle sounded.

Hurry. This way.

I bounded in the direction the noise had come from. I prayed to Luna that Mikey and the other wolf were with Lincoln. I needed my cover with my dad to stay intact.

I had to keep my mates safe. It was the only thing that mattered.

Mikey’s manic laughter spurred me on faster. Sloane’s soft puffs of breath as her feet moved over the uneven earth sounded right behind me.

I sprang through the brush. Lincoln and the fourth wolf were in a heated battle while Mikey watched on like a spectator.

He rubbed his hands together, hooting and hollering like this was a sports event and not a fight to the death. Bones snapped, and the fourth wolf went limp beneath Lincoln.

Mikey’s laughter died down, and he stomped his feet as he trudged toward Lincoln. “I was hoping it would come down to you and me. Dad wants you alive, you know.”

Mikey’s lip curled up in disgust. “Too bad it’s just the two of us now.”

He retrieved something from his back pocket. Oh no. It was more wolfsbane. I was sure of it. Lincoln had been dosed with enough of that to kill him several times over. I wasn’t letting him get poisoned again.

I yipped as I sprang forward, closing the distance. Mikey let out an inhuman shriek when he saw me. He tossed the wolfsbane to the ground, and a plume of it puffed into the air.

I gagged. My eyes watered as the poison entered my nostrils and mouth.

My wolf howled. My bones cracked and snapped as I was forced back into my human form. I collapsed to the ground, everything on fire. My eyes, my nose, my veins. Every muscle in my body twitched and trembled.

Mikey laughed as he writhed on the ground next to me, but it turned into a cough.

Sloane’s voice carried on the air, but I couldn’t understand her. My ears rang, and my pulse thrummed.

A wolf growled. I rolled my head, tensing until I realized it was Lincoln. He was still a wolf. How? He’d been close enough to have been hit with the wolfsbane too.

He met and held my gaze for a long moment before turning to Mikey. We have to kill him, Sawyer.

I rolled so I was looking at Mikey. I had to squint to see him through the haziness blurring my vision. He held his belly as he continued to laugh.

“Dad knows about you, Sawyer. I tried to tell him. You and Lincoln have always been disgustingly close.”

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