Page 91 of Never Submit

She’s kicking and screaming, her fists pounding against the man’s back, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow or look over his shoulder.

Rushing forward, I roar, bellowing out a command.

Before the man makes it to the emergency exit, Owen dives for the fucker’s legs, nipping at his ankles until the guy stumbles. Flora uses the confusion to plunge one of her sharp nails into his eye.

The man howls in pain, with blood streaming down his face, but he doesn’t let go. He kicks Owen donkey-style and makes contact, with a sickening crack of bone, then bolts toward the door with Flora.

No!I tear after them.

I bolt forward, knocked to the side with dizzying swiftness by another wolf. This one’s muzzle is stained with blood. A small whimper somehow pierces the droning in my ears as I fight off the wolf.

“Flora! No!”

Oh, fuck me.

Ren shouldn’t be here. I crane my neck, my back legs keeping my attacker from tearing my insides to shreds. She’s fighting madly, held by both arms by another man who, I’m pleased to see, is struggling to restrain her.

Her teeth snap as she thrashes, her back bowed. Ren kicks, hoping to land contact, her screams ripping through the air.

Ren, or Flora.

The woman I crave, or my faithful omega.

The decision is ripped from me before I have a chance to choose. The man holding Flora disappears into the chaos, and the one holding Ren tightens his grip, dragging her farther away from me.

Not again.

Not Ren. I won’t let them take her. Was that the whole point of this attack? Did they come for her, or for the rest of my people?

Does it matter? Because they knew we’d be here. I bolt toward Ren and reinforcements crash into the fray. Fortunately for me, Dax and Noble barrel into the fight, flanked by more Steel Claws.

Dax shifts mid-air, his wolf massive and terrifying, crashing into the nearest attacker like a wrecking ball. He beats the wolves back with his landing.

He’s a force of pure instinct, tearing through Andras’s wolves with a manic energy that almost gives me pause.Blood coats his muzzle, and his golden eyes gleam with a feral joy that’s both terrifying and oddly reassuring.

This is where Dax thrives—in the kill, in the chaos. He’s like a damn kid in a candy store, his wolf reveling in the carnage.

Noble, however, is singular in his focus. He doesn’t waste a second assessing the scene. The moment his eyes land on Ren, still thrashing in the grip of the man dragging her away, he charges. Human or not, it doesn’t matter.

His need to get to his mate makes him even more dangerous than Dax.

“Let her go!” Noble roars.

He shifts as he runs, his human form replaced by the sleek, powerful lines of his cinnamon-colored wolf with massive paws, and launches himself at Ren’s captor.

The man doesn’t stand a chance. I’d almost feel sorry for the asshole if I didn’t want to destroy him the same way.

Noble’s jaws clamp down on his arm, the sickening crunch of bone audible even over the noise of the fight. The man screams, his grip on Ren faltering, and she doesn’t waste the opportunity she’s given.

Ren twists, driving her elbow into the man’s ribs and kicking backward with all her strength. Which is considerable now.

Noble rips into her captor with a savagery that makes my wolf growl in approval.

“Ren, out! Now!” Torin shouts as he wrestles with another foe. I may never understand why he prefers his human side to his animal, but I will admit that he’s just as deadly with his hands and feet as his claws and teeth. He knows how to wield both forms with deadly precision.

Ren hesitates for a heartbeat, her wide eyes darting between Noble and the rest of thefight. But to my relief, she listens, scrambling toward the safety of the corner, behind a fallen display cabinet.

A second wolf lunges for her hiding place, but Noble is right there, slamming into the would-be attacker and sending him sprawling.

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