Page 128 of Fangs and Fudge

“That’s disturbing,” I said.

His gaze was locked on us, and he was closing in fast.

I looked at Shepard, who’d started killing the closest vampires. Cross was close to the door, doing the same. The vampire numbers were finally thinning.

“Shepard! Cross! Look up!” I yelled, pointing where I wanted them to look.

Both glanced my way then up at Master.

Shepard yelled something I couldn’t hear. Cross nodded and continued fighting.

Shepard leapt over the heads of half a dozen people. When he touched down, I saw the way his thick thigh muscles bunched as he crouched and jumped again. His claws sunk into Master’s foot on the beam, and he pulled him down with him as he fell.

Shepard landed gracefully on another vampire, breaking its neck in the process, and grabbed Master by the throat before he could escape. Shepard’s grip tightened as he punched his other hand into the master’s chest.

Eyes wide and unable to look away, I stared at the horrific scene as the vampire’s death cry filled the room.

Another tortured cry rang out. Pet cut down a wolf as he bellowed his fury and sorrow. Wolves charged at him, and he fled from the shed. As if his retreat signaled their loss, the remaining vampires abandoned their fight and tried to follow in his wake.

I breathed a sigh of relief, my gaze sweeping the gore-spattered room as the wolves fought harder to stop those who remained from escaping.

Chest heaving, Shepard tore his hand free of Master and met my gaze across the space. Concern in his golden eyes forced me to smile my reassurance that I was okay.

Behind Shepard, a wolf crept closer. His eyes were on Shepard. I opened my mouth to warm him, but the wolf lunged forward, and his jaws clamped onto Shepard’s neck from behind.

I didn’t understand what was happening until someone said, “No interference. The challenge stands.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. More than half the wolves were still fighting vampires, and they wanted Shepard to continue with the challenge?

Shepard growled and flipped MC off of him. The wash of blood had me cringing as MC landed and sprang to his feet. Not fast enough, though. The back of Shepard’s hand sent MC into the wall where he dazedly slid to the floor.

Shepard glared at him, but his attention was pulled to the retreating vampires.

Cross blurred through the room, finishing off any injured vampires. But as their numbers diminished, the wolves targeted the vampire doing the most damage.

“Cross,” I whispered his name. His blackened gaze caught mine.

“Go. Please.” He gave a slight nod and blurred out of the shed.

The wolves took care of the remaining vampires trying to flee behind Cross.

Many began shifting back into human form, their nakedness causing me to look away a few times, especially when Gunther walked over to Master and let his bladder loose, shaking every last drop on the dead vampire who had given him so much pain and suffering. He then turned and walked away.

A growl ripped through the shed, drawing my attention to MC as he launched at Shepard again. MC collided with him, knocking him to the ground and biting into Shepard’s shoulder.

I wanted to castrate every wolf in the building except Shepard for their ridiculous rules. They’d just fought vampires, had so many seriously injured or worse, and they were still okay with MC pulling his bullshit? I fisted my hands and watched Shepard throw MC off.

As MC skidded along the ground, drenching his fur in blood, Shepard landed on him.

Growls and snarls filled the room as the fight for dominance continued, each wolf already at their limit. The packs watched on the perimeter, giving them enough space. But with so many bodies and blood on the floor, I didn’t understand how they didn’t trip and fall.

MC cried out as Shepard threw him into the wall. Shepard was right there, not giving MC a chance to recover as he shifted into human form and grabbed MC by the neck. The choking noises MC made were music to my ears.

MC’s fur retreated, and he shifted to human, frantically pulling at Shepard’s unforgiving grip.

“I…concede,” MC gasped.

“You attacked me from behind twice,” Shepard said with a growl. “You no longer have the right to concede.”

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