Page 9 of Bee's Enraged Beast

“Can’t.” Short, staccato, and filled with pain.

“You can,” I assured her. “You’ll have to.”

It would be the easiest way for her body to begin mending. The activation of our wolf DNA triggered advanced healing. It hurt like a bitch, but it worked. Some injuries took longer than others to heal. Some even a wolf couldn’t repair. Those wolves were usually close to death.

My mate was injured but not about to die. Makers had kept his promise and left her bruised, bloody, and beaten, but my mate had returned the favor. I glanced over to make sure Makers was still unmoving before returning my gaze to my mate.

Christ! I didn’t even know her name yet.

Belinda.

The name filled my mind, and I knew she was telling me. How was it that I could hear her in my head, even though we hadn’t mated? I’d never heard of a couple creating a link before they’d fully bonded.

“Han…”

“Hannibal Craig,” I gave her my name “But most people call me Beast.”

“Mate…”

“Yes,” I agreed. “You’re my mate. I’ve been searching for you.”

“Han, the guy you left outside by the door isn’t there any—”

Cici’s words were lost as she screamed. I jerked my gaze from Belinda’s face to focus on my sister. Mullins, the wolf she’d claimed was missing, had her by the throat, feet dangling inches above the floor. She clawed at his hand as he moved farther into the warehouse with her.

“Benji! Where are you?” Mullins was as naked as I was, and I knew he must have forced a shift to begin healing the damage I’d done to his knee. I’d forgotten about him. I’d been so lost in my mate that I’d neglected to ensure the safety of my sister, and in doing so, I’d put both women at risk.

“Let her go!”

“Not a fucking chance,” he snapped, giving her a shake for emphasis. She choked for breath, her face flushed with color as she struggled.

I took a step toward them, and he wrapped his other palm at her belly, claws fully extended.

“One more step and I’ll gut her and let her bleed out while you watch.”

I forced myself to stay put, afraid he’d carry through on his threat.

“Benji!” he yelled again.

“Let her go, and I’ll let you take Makers and leave,” I offered.

“Bring him to me,” he commanded, the order making my wolf quiver with the need to rip out his throat.

I strode over and grabbed Makers by the leg, tugging his unconscious form behind me as I moved toward my sister.

“Wait!” the wolf yelled. “Is he alive?”

“For the moment,” I offered.

“Better hope he stays that way or your human dies.” He sliced through the front of Cici’s T-shirt, exposing her tanned belly. She kicked, managing to nail him above the knee with her boot. It was the same one I’d taken out earlier. He grunted and dug in one claw hard enough to draw a drop of blood. I watched it trace a path down her stomach and gritted my teeth in a bid to hold back my growls.

I’d fucking told her to stay away. Not because I didn’t trust Cici but to prevent something like this from happening. To protect her. As much as I bitched and groused, she was the only sibling I had, and I treasured her.

“Careful,” I warned, lifting Makers by my grip on his calf. “I could return the favor.”

“Looks like you already have,” he snarled. “Maybe, I should be returning the favor.”

There was no holding back the growl then. He paled, and the hand braced on my sister’s belly shook slightly. I found no comfort in his fear, though. Fear often made people stupid, and stupidity could be dangerous.

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