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Fenrir! I wanted to cry out for him, but I was paralyzed from agony. A human male lay in an unconscious pile at his feet.

Wait, he hadn’t made any move toward me. He seemed calm—too calm. I returned my attention to the female standing over me. One of his species.

Would he turn from me to keep her? I curled my hands into fists.

A soft hum echoed from her chest.

“You,” she said with a slight purr in her voice. With interest. The panic swelling in my chest combined with the shards of pain pinching my side, back and ankle.

TWENTY-THREE

FENRIR

Though I had been gone onlya short time, my instincts had been right to guide me back. My mate lay under the female lycan, her large paw on her stomach, the tips of her talons piercing into her skin. Every miniscule part of me urged me forward. But she was much too close to that female’s claws and already smelled too much of blood. I must tread with care. She could not be harmed further.

“Is this the human you hunted?” I nudged the limp male I had found cowering in the tree. The male I recognized. One of the scientists that reveled in cutting my torso open and searching through my organs.

A self-proclaimed scientist. He liked to talk while he performed procedures on me.

The lycan lifted her muzzle, breathing in deep.

“I know you,” the female said, her fangs flashing. “They cut you open. Often. You never begged for freedom.”

Her red eyes blazed bright and she moved.

My little human whimpered under the massive female’s weight settling on her leg and claws sinking into her skin. I swallowed a snarl.

“I do not beg.” I rumbled with a low growl. Her tail swished and she lowered to all fours, avoiding Mia’s head by a claw-length.

She released pheromones . . . they plumed from her in a thick wave. She wanted to mate with me. I sneered. The thick coat of her scent burned my nostrils. Having the opposite affect that they should.

I would revel in ripping this lycan apart for touching my human.

“He was one who harmed you. He entered where they held you.” She must have also been trapped. “Yet, you will gift him to me?”

I sank my claws into the male and tossed him forward, away from Mia in an effort to get the lycan away from her.

“I will gift him to you.” My patience frayed.

“I escaped. And I destroyed them all.” Her muzzle lifted proudly and she shifted in place, causing more pain-filled sounds from Mia.

“You destroyed the humans?” I would keep her attention. Her claws were deep in my human’s leg. I inhaled her blood and a snarl built in my throat. I managed to stifle it and kept still. Only my past practice with patience allowed me to not move. If I engaged her in a fight, Mia would fall to her claws.

The female lycan would remove her limb, and she would bleed—she would die.

“Come to my den. I will claim you as my mate,” the female said.

I rose to both of my hind limbs. Looming over the female. Her muzzle wiggled as she sniffed in.

Finally, she removed her claws from my human’s leg and took a step toward me. I had not looked at Mia because I would lose all control.

I only wanted my human safe.

“Fenrir?” My mate breathed. Her eyes had begun to leak. Rage fired through my limbs, and I lunged. Slicing my claws into the female lycan’s chest, dragging her down and away from Mia.

Nothing would harm my female and live. I landed on her, my claws slicing deep into her chest. She screeched, slicing claws into my side, and ripping through my fur but I ignored it.

I dragged my claws upwards, opening her chest until it split wide. Her innards spilled out.

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