Page 84 of The Lycans: Vol Four

That was my fucking plan.

I watched Odhran rush out with his female, and I felt a strange stirring in my chest, one I wouldn’t think too hard on. But it was also one I couldn’t ignore.

Fucking longing. That’s what this feeling was.

I didn’t need a mate. I didn’t need anything but the violence and rage rushing through my veins as I took down this group of miscreants who would hurt and torture my kind for the sake of entertainment.

That’s what I told myself over and over again as I pictured Odhran with his female, the pure happiness and relief reflected in his face as he stared at her. This male was fucking devoted. I knew he’d spoon out his own fucking heart just to make her happy.

I blocked any and everything out that didn’t have to do with the violent need for revenge and started opening the cells.

The security and locks were down, the magic wavering but tolerable.

I let out Vox and Bane from their cells, two Otherworld assholes I’d heard bickering nonstop since I got here.

A demon and an Angelis.

Bane, the demon asshole, stared at me, most likely contemplating going at me to let out all the clear aggression.

“We can fight each other,” I snarled, not the least bit intimidated. “It’ll be a brutal fight, what with a big bastard like you, but I’ve never lost a fight yet.” I stared into his eyes. “Never fought a demon before either, but there’s a first time for everything.” I slowly grinned, letting him see my fangs elongate with the thrill of a murdering rampage filling me. “Or we can burn this motherfucker to the ground and kill all these Assembly guards.”

Bane’s nostrils flared, and his eyes glowed as he growled before he stalked off. Vox, the winged Angelis fucker, grinned as he watched Bane leave.

“He’s a temperamental bitch.” Vox laughed. He cracked his clawed hands, and rolled his head around his neck. The energy cracked around him as he unfurled his black wings, talons tipping the ends, the span massive.

A moment later Vox was gone, heading toward the corridor Bane had just disappeared down.

I was confident those two would have a body count that rivaled mine.

And then I went to fucking work on painting the floors and walls red.

I freed as many Otherworld creatures as I could in between killing and maiming guards, but when I was about to go deeper within the facility and pick off any stragglers, I felt a shift in the air, a thickening coating my blood-soaked skin.

It made it hard to breathe, made it impossible to think clearly.

But I still destroyed any human who crossed me, still ripped out throats and drank my fill of blood. I reveled in the violence that made me stronger.

Nothing was going to stop me… nothing until a massive blast pulsated all around me before throwing me across the corridor. The sound of my skull cracking against the cinder block was the last thing I remembered.

3

Sebastian

Ididn’t remember shit after a massive blast and being knocked out, but I felt like I should have known where the fuck I was after waking up.

I wove through the forest, feeling drunk, unable to think clearly, unable to see anything but blurred colors and shapes in front of me. The scent of charred wood and soot, burned skin and blood filled my nose.

I teetered and slammed a hand out, my palm connecting with the trunk of a tree. My claws dug into the bark.

Damn, it was hot and bright, and I was so fucking thirsty.

The godforsaken, fucking sun.

I tipped my head back. The trees were not thick enough to cover that blasted ball of light that was draining me from the inside out. I flipped off the sun, then groaned as I felt like literal shit, my energy being drained from me exponentially fast.

I needed shelter until the sun set, or I’d collapse and any piece of shit could take me out. I also needed a warm body to drain dry.

Fuck, I’m thirsty.

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