Page 12 of His Human to Chase

If the trees were not filled with creatures that enjoy attacking during the night, I would have her run from me in the dark because she is even more helpless then. I will chase her around the tribe in the dark, though. I have already decided that will be one of my favorite things to do. I will just need to tell my brothers to stay in the great hall or their own homes on nights when I want to chase my floof around in the dark.

I crack the door to the safety building open and am met with dampened light through the trees. It should be early morning since we woke not that long ago, and I am pretty good at sleeping through the night and waking at first light. My smile grows when the air feels crisp and not wet.

Yes, I will get to chase my mate through the trees today, and I will take her before we head back to the tribe. I have mated her, and hopefully, Toron has mated his human, and then there will be no worries about the chosen warriors picking fights with one another. We will still fight, of course, but if we have our females, then we can calm the anger so we do not kill one another.

I do not notice my mate getting up from the table until she squeezes her naked body between the doorframe and me and then takes off through the trees with a smile on her lips as she turns to face me for just a moment. I snarl at her back as she rushes off into the trees.

My plan was to have us return to the tribe after I finished ravishing my mate out in the trees. I cannot return her to the tribe if she has no clothing, though. My hands are shaking with the need to chase and claim as I force myself back into the safety building to grab our clothing before I start chasing after my little human.

I’m already in my pants, thankfully, so I just grab a tunic off the ground, not caring if it’s clean or not since I just need my mate covered when we enter the tribe. I want to get her into my room where I can take her again, clothe her in a clean tunic, and then introduce her to everyone.

When I exit the safety building, following my little floof is easy since she is still heavy-footed and still very much terrible at covering her tracks.

I take my time, well, as much as I can since I need her like she is the very air I breathe. Still, I want to make sure she gets a nice run so that she thinks she has a chance of outrunning me.

I keep my eyes peeled, making sure there aren’t any olack nearby. I doubt they’d be out this close to a storm just happening, but I’d hate to have to kill one with my claws since I don’t have a bow on me. They won’t hurt my mate, or at least I don’t think they will, since she is weak and harmless. The thought of an olack thinking Skylar might be a threat has me laughing to myself until I hear a loud, piercing scream that drains all of the happiness from my soul.

No. Not my mate. Not my sweet little Skylar finding herself in danger. I haven’t felt the true power of the rage that simmers under my scales because my mate accepted me so easily.

Dath was an angry male since he had to wait many days before he claimed his chosen mate, and it made him angry and volatile. Me? My mate allowed me to have her the same day I woke with the changing already happening. Yes, I am more angry than usual, but I am, for the most part, the same male I was before, except my sole reason for being is Skylar.

Hearing her scream, hearing the desperation and the fear in it, has me feeling all of the rage and the power the goddess has blessed me with, and I am launching myself through the trees faster than I have run before. I am going to find my mate. I am going to find her, and I am going to rip whatever it is that’s distressing her to shreds.

“Let go of me!” Skylar screams, not far from me. She is hidden amongst the trees still, so I cannot see her. I keep moving, running to my mate, to where someone is apparently holding her against her will.

Three males. Three males not from my tribe are smiling at one another. My mate is pinned against one of them. For a moment, I think I am still myself, but I realize very quickly that I am lost to the bloodlust. Lost to the ferocious nature of needing to protect what is mine and to make anyone who even thinks of touching her suffer.

“So they do have females then?” One of the males laughs as Skylar tries to wriggle out of his arms. I snarl and snap my teeth, but they’re all too focused on my mate to notice the angry male stalking toward them, hidden in the shadows of the trees. No, they won’t notice me until my claws sink into their necks and their bodies start falling to the grass.

“I have a mate!” Skylar kicks her leg out in an attempt to kick one who is kneeling in front of her now. He catches her leg and holds it up as though he is amused at her fighting.

“What kind of male would let his female run around naked in the trees?” The man holding her legs says. I gnash my teeth again, wanting them to know the male who would allow that is the same one who is about to kill him. “No, she is lying about having a mate.”

“Fuck you!” Skylar spits at him. Her anger and vitriol keep their attention, even if it is just because they are laughing at her.

I do not know if she knows I am here yet, but I hope she does. I hope she knows that I will never leave her unprotected. Yes, I did today because I thought it was safe, but I will never make that mistake again, and I will make these males suffer for my mistake.

I grab the third one, the one who is not holding my mate and not kneeling in front of her. He is furthest from the group, so they do not notice as my claws rip his throat in one quick motion, and I lay him gently on the grass. Skylar is still thrashing in the other male’s arms. Her small claws scratch at his arm even though they are not strong enough to pierce his scales.

“I do not know how to even make love to you.” The male kneeling in front of her laughs as he pushes her thighs apart. I seethe with rage, knowing my Skylar is being handled in such a way because of me. Because I was not quick enough to find her. “You are so small. You can take a cock still?”

“You try to touch me with your cock, and I will kill you myself,” Skylar bares her teeth at the male. Her cheeks are red in embarrassment, but she uses it to fuel her rage. My little mate is just as vicious as me, it seems, and if she truly wants to be the one to end the pathetic male’s life, it will be my honor to assist her in that.

“Our females are strong enough to fight us off if they do not want us.” The male’s gaze turns deadly as he looks at my mate. “I am to assume that you want me if you are unable to get me to stop.”

Skylar whimpers softly, a sound that undoes me completely as my claws sink into the male who is holding her against his body. I wish that I could hide her from the spray of blood that comes from him as I rip his throat open. I wish that I could keep her eyes averted from the graphic nature of what I will do to keep her safe. I cannot do these things, though. So she is bathed in the male’s blood before she or the final male understands what is happening.

The last male still has a grip on Skylar’s thigh and uses it to pull her into his body as his companion falls to the ground. A loud roar erupts from my chest as he hoists Skylar up with one arm and places his claws against her throat with the other. My chest is heaving, my lips pulled back to show off the row of fangs that descend for the goddess’s warriors when needed, and my claws are long and heavy from the tips of my fingers.

“Let her go,” My voice is more of a distorted sound of hisses that I doubt my mate can understand, but the male knows my intentions perfectly. He understands that he has messed up and that his moments in this life are coming to an end.

“Chosen.” The male’s eyes are wide and do not even flash red. His body knows he has marked himself for death before his mind can respond to what is about to happen to him. Not only has he touched a female that did not want him. He has touched a female chosen by the goddess herself to be blessed to calm a warrior’s bloodlust. Even if I were not the one to kill him, the goddess would ensure his life ended sooner rather than later. “We did not know.”

“Let. Her. Go.”

His claws slide back into his fingertips, but he keeps Skylar pinned to his chest because he knows he is a dead male as soon as she is clear of him.

“Please, we did not know she was mated. We did not know she was under your protection.”

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