Page 15 of A Wolf's Heart

I had a death wish, but inside, my wolf had me convinced Rainor was hurting his wolf, and she didn’t like that. I got down on my knees, face close enough to the white pearls of death that I could feel the wolf’s hot breath on my face.

“Stop. Fighting. Him,” I ordered.

The release was instant. The wolf flew at me, pinning me to the ground as he began rubbing his face into mine. My chestrumbled with purrs, my wolf giving her approval at the marking that was taking place.

I sighed, letting the impossibly large wolf do his thing. “Just don’t piss on me.” There was no moving him. Stretching out over my body, he was longer than my human form. Once he seemed satisfied, he laid his head on my chest.

Perhaps he was my ticket out. The other two men seemed afraid of this wolf. I ran my fingers through his fur, scratching behind his ear.

“I want to get off the ground now,” I said to him.

Rainor raised his head at me before shifting off my body and standing at my side. His lips remained pulled back in a snarl, as if they were permanently set that way, his eyes promising all kinds of crazy as his hackles continued to stand on end. I sat up, glancing towards the end of the alley before looking back at him.

“I don’t know a lot about this world. I take it, since you're my mate, you can’t hurt me?” He raised his lips further, baring his teeth. Okay. “You can hurt me?”

Rainor closed his lips and stared at me.

“But you’re choosing not to.” He continued staring. “Thanks, I appreciate that. I want to go home. Will they kill me?”

He snarled as he took a few steps down the alley. I stood up, walking over to the back door of the bar, wasting no time as I slipped back into the building and weaved my way in and out of the crowd.

“Hey, Lila!” Rodney called out.

I ignored him, pushing the limits of what was considered normal human speed. I grabbed the handle of the door, and the moment I stepped outside, I was gone, running down the street. There was chaos behind me, snarls and deep, manly shouts, but I didn’t look back. I just prayed Rainor’s wolf still had control and was distracting the others.

I turned down a back road, making sure no one was around before quickly shifting into wolf form. I wanted to run right home, but I had a feeling they would find me. I wasn’t sure how advanced their tracking was. Instead, I took off into the woods.

5

RAINOR

Iwill rip them. I will slaughter them. I will bring their flesh back for her consumption.

Concentrating, I tried my best to regain control over the beast.I allowed you to scent her. Let me take over.

They scare her.They mean to harm her.I could feel how feral he was at that moment. I hoped the guys were prepared, because even I doubted I could talk this part of me off the ledge.

The rules are, I deal with the pack. I let you have the hunts, and I get the pack.

She is—

Part of the pack.At least, she would be once I handled things. The beast wouldn’t allow it any other way. I was a back-seat driver in wolf form. Though I could see and experience everything going on, this beast had hold of the controls.

As we rounded the corner, the beast began stalking their scent, his ears twitching as he followed the sounds of their voices.

“Think that thing is done?” Weylin asked. “He doesn’t normally take long to rip throats.”

“Maybe he’s having a midnight snack,” Kage said distractedly. I could picture him looking down at his phone, nose buried in work. He was about to get a rude awakening.

You are not to harm them. They are pack, I reminded the beast.

Heh. I’m just looking for some fun. Perhaps my mate can put distance between them and her while I keep them preoccupied. Then I will stalk her scent.Ah, so he’d had a purpose for scenting her, other than marking his territory.

Weylin was the first to spot us once the beast turned down the alley.

“Fuck, no. Not again!” He jumped onto the hood of the car. The beast laughed, amused at the reaction from his presence.

Kage looked up from his phone and sighed, tossing it into the open window. Both of them began unbuttoning their shirts, preparing for their shifts, but the beast wasn’t going to give them time.

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