Page 4 of Wolf's Endgame

Bale backhanded me across the face, and it knocked me back. He was on top of me, hands around my throat, and I no longer had the strength to fight back.

But she did.

Moonstar burst forward, her strength weakened from the silver rubbing into our flesh, but she bucked our hips, and Bale’s grip loosened. Scrambling to our feet, we swayed as we stood. My fingers clutched the band of silver around my other wrist, tugging at it, trying to get it free.

“Bitch!”

Bale’s punch knocked me off my feet, my head banging off the floor as I fell. Another punch and I felt my cheekbone crunch.

“Dad! Dad, no! No!”

I heard them scuffling as I rolled away, my hands too shaky to be stable enough against the floor to push myself up. I heard voices, but I couldn’t concentrate. The pain in my head, my face, my wrists—every part of me hurt.

Using the wall for support, I struggled to my feet. Turning cautiously, I saw I was alone with Landon, and it showed how much my life sucked that I felt relief when I saw my abductor.

“Kezia…” Landon moved towards me, and I flinched. With his hands up, he approached me. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Again. You won’t hurt me again.” My voice was hoarse and croaky, but I saw the pain I felt reflected in his eyes. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Kezia, you’re hurt. I need to help you so you can heal.” He took another step. “I’ll take one of the cuffs off,” he said as he glared at my wrists. “I didn’t know you had two.”

“Right.”

“Kezia, I didn’t know.”

I watched him. My cheek was throbbing. My wrists were on fire, the agony constant and relentless. My scalp burned, and looking past Landon, I saw a clump of my hair on the floor. It hurt to talk. It hurt to breathe.

Everything hurt.

“I’ll take the cuff off. You can heal.”

“And then what?” I swayed on my feet, but I’d rather fall than let him touch me. “Your dad can use me as a punching bag again?”

Anger burned behind Landon’s eyes. “That won’t happen again.”

But he couldn’t promise that. I knew that and so did he. The overwhelming urge to cry welled up inside of me. I wanted Cannon. I wanted my mate, my alpha, to come and tear this hateful pack to the ground. I wanted vengeance.

I wanted a lot of things.

“Where’s Kris?”

Landon looked at me with pity. “Let me help you first. Then I’ll answer one question.” His eyes flicked to the side so fast I thought I imagined it, but then I remembered the camera in the corner.

“I don’t need help.”

“Your cheekbone is broken.”

“I know, asshole, I can fucking feel it.”

Landon rubbed his hands over his hair in frustration. “You’re my worst fucking nightmare sometimes,” he hissed. Striding forward, he grabbed my arm, right where the cuff dug into my bloody and wounded wrists. Unceremoniously, he pulled me forward, and when I tried to resist, he pushed the cuff into torn flesh. “Stop it, Kezia!”

Dragging me to the bed, he pushed me onto it. “Stay there and don’t fucking move.”

He left the room, coming back moments later with a tray of bandages and another male from the pack. I couldn’t remember his name; he hardly ever spoke to me, being one of the Anterrio Pack who was convinced I was feral and wild. His hypocrisy stank more than the smell of shit from the bucket.

“Clean up the floor and take that bucket out of here,” Landon demanded.

“Pack Leader Bale?—”

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