Page 7 of Fate Awakened

Kill him.

“NO, STOP.”

The familiar feminine shout surprises me as my wolf claws against my remaining willpower to get out. As I process what I just heard, an arm loops around mine, and the Taser flies from my hand. I turn, ready to attack, and find Jake already standing in a defensive position.

“Cain. What the fuck? He’s worth nothing if his heart stops.” His hands are raised in front of him as he tries to placate my wolf by showing submission as he prepares for my assault. And it comes a moment later. I drop, completing my shift before leaping from the ground at him.

Kill.

Fight.

Find Mate.

“CAIN!”

I barely hear the name shouted in the back of my mind as my rational brain takes a backseat, and my wolf wholly controls my body, snapping and lunging to eliminate the threat in front of me. I see red as I finally get the upper hand, knocking Jake to his back. His eyes go round, fear evident as he flails his arms, trying to roll my large form off. I snarl at him before opening my mouth, aiming my bite at his throat.

NOOOOOO!!!!

I scream internally, trying to regain control, take over, and get my wolf to see that he’s our friend. Just before my teeth connect, my wolf shoves me out completely, and the world fades to black.

Chapter 4

Bri

BaBoom.BaBoom.BaBoom.

The sound of the racing heartbeat draws my attention first. My eyes scan the fluorescently lit room.

There’s a man about my age, looking rumpled and distressed. His wrists are in solid, intricate-looking handcuffs, which are thick and chained to a wall. His eyes are wild and nearly black. Sweat pours down his forehead as if he’s nervous—the skin at his neck pulses with each beat of his heart.

“They took something that belongs to me, and you’re going to tell me where I can find it, or you will not live to see another sunset,” a voice says, but I can’t tell where the sound comes from. It’s familiar, and I can almost place it before the name slips away like smoke through my fingers.

End Him.

The command pulses through me as I struggle to hold onto control.

What the hell kind of dream is this?

The man’s eyes are dancing erratically as if arguing with himself, but he isn’t sharing out loud. Instead, he appears to be straining himself as his veins become more pronounced the longer he lies there fighting demons in his mind.

“Who? There’s no one. They say we have no one,” the man shouts, confidence filling his response, his eyes focusing on me now and looking full of fear. Anger builds within me as I gauge his response.

Liar!

My hand reaches out, snapping his fingers, breaking them easily.

“You had a man on the inside. A mole in my pack. Tell me his name,” the voice from my mouth shouts, grabbing the man’s chin. I can see my hand and the intricate pattern of tattoos that paint their way up my arm. I know them intimately.

“Hudson.”

The name flares a memory of him standing at my door and then driving a car.

Oh no! How is this possible?

The hand holding the taser reacts before I can stop it, and the man convulses on the floor.

Kill Him.

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