Page 20 of Wolf's Endgame

Cass was pregnant? I was both happy and terrified at the same time. “You need to let us go.”

He laughed, walking around the bed until he was in front of me. “Let you go? I don’t have to do jack shit, little girl. I rule these mountains. No one gives a fuck about a white-haired human killer or her mutt brother.”

“They care about Cass though,” I challenged. “The Pack Council cares about me.” It was a risk, and I wasn’t sure what made me say it, but I saw the flash of bitterness in his eyes, and I had the wild hope I was right to guess.

“They’ll see you’re nothing but a whore whose recklessness threatens us all.”

“Yet you’re the one who killed my parents, you’re the one who chains the members of his pack to the wall with silver, and you’re the one who killed an alpha. A true alpha.” Scratching my jaw, I shot a look of loathing towards the pack leader. “Sounds to me like there’s only one threat on these mountains, and that’s you.”

I expected the punch, but it still knocked me off of my feet. As I scrambled to stand, Bale kicked me in the back, and when I was down, I felt his hands on my shoulders and then burning as he wrapped the chain from the wall around my neck.

“Burns, doesn’t it?” he hissed in my ear. “What have you got to say for yourself now?” He squeezed tighter, and my fingers clutched at the chain, ignoring the pain in my hands as the silver burned my flesh. “What? No words? You finally quiet, you little bitch?”

Child?

I grappled with the pack leader, trying to get free, but he held me too tight, and the silver made me weak. Tears ran down my cheeks as the pain increased. I couldn’t breathe. Spots floated in my eyes, and I knew the fucker was going to kill me today.

Child! We don’t have much time!

Screwing my eyes shut, I tried to fight him, because if I gave in to Moonstar, would I ever come back? So many people needed me.

Promise me you’ll find out if he lives. If you can…save Cannon. I felt her hesitate. Moonstar, I will never give you what you want unless you promise me this.

Bale tightened the chain at my neck, and I felt dizzy. Moonstar? Promise me.

If he lives and we can heal him, we will.

“Yeah, you’ve nothing to say now, do you?” I felt his spittle on my cheek as Bale pulled even tighter on the silver links. “I like this look on you. On your knees, ass pressing into me. Maybe your cunt will feel like hers. Hey? What do you think?”

I felt his hand move over my side, his intent as clear as his words, and my eyes snapped open.

Make it hurt, Moonstar!

The male was nothing for us. He had overpowered the child, but the child was weak. We enjoyed his look of shock when we threw him off us like the annoyance he was. As we rose above him, his look of confusion as it changed to fear also pleased us.

He was right to fear us.

Taking the chain from our neck, we looped it into coils in our hands, watching him as our skin burned from the cursed metal. Crouching, we searched his pocket, our foot on his throat when he tried to move. His strength was not our strength. The key we needed was in his pocket, and when we had it, we unlocked the cuff, the force of our foot grinding his face to the floor.

It was only fitting that the male screamed when we put the chain around his neck, the links squeezing tight as he struggled for breath. We took his gloves off him and tossed them aside. As the male panted and whimpered at our feet, we went over to the camera and ripped it off the wall. A final hard yank on the chain, and the male lay still.

We heard the running footsteps and prepared to fight, no time to check if the male was dead. The first one through the door was her friend. The child did not fully trust him, and we trusted him even less, but still, for her, we let him live. She would mourn him and be difficult if we killed him.

The next three males we did not let live.

Walking down the stairs, we took in the surroundings. It was a large log cabin. We could sense more rooms and more people, but they weren’t coming for us. Not yet. Knowing we had to be quick, we ran down the corridor, sensing fresh air. We met two more of the males that camped here. We dealt with them.

Outside, we turned to the highest peak and longed to be free. We felt the whimper of the child. She was faint, but she was there.

Running along the side of the cabin, we saw the large doors, chained and bolted, that would lead to underground. We hesitated, and when we felt another pulse from the child, we ran to the doors.

Metal bent like tin when we pulled the chains free. Concrete stairs and a bad smell awaited us behind the doors. Once more, we looked to the high mountains. We desired to be there, not here. Not underground. Quickly we ran down the steps, and the smell and the sound of hearts thumping led us to the two who were kept here.

“Come.”

The male was weak, and the woman was almost dead.

“Kezia?” The old male became unnaturally still as he scented the air. “You are Moonstar?”

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