Page 4 of The Pack

The stories I’d heard back in… wherever I’d come from—shifters were supposed to lose their humanity entirely. They were supposed to be nothing but animals, mindless and feral. But the man I’d killed… he’d become a human again, even if only for a moment.

Where thefuckwas I?

I didn’t have time to dwell on it because my whole world went to shit in a matter of seconds.

A twig snapped behind me, loud in the ensuing silence.

I spun around, my makeshift weapon raised, and froze.

A man stood a few paces away, naked and wild-looking, his body taut with muscle. His hair was dark and unruly, falling in tangled waves around his face. His skin was smeared with dirt and streaked with faint scars, his chest heaving as if he’d been running for miles.

For some reason, my next thought was that he was stunning.

Even in the fading light, I couldn’t help but notice the angular cut of his jaw, the intensity in his dark eyes, the way his muscles rippled as he moved toward me. I glanced downward and I couldn’t help but notice that his thick cock was fully erect too.

And it was big. Likereallyfucking big.

I swallowed hard and immediately forced my gaze back up to his face, but I couldn’t help but notice the heat swirling in the pit of my belly.

He seemed positively feral. There was something raw and magnetic that made my pulse quicken—not just in fear, but with a heat that simmered deep in my belly.

No.No. That wasn’t okay.

I gritted my teeth, shaking off the unwelcome flicker of desire. This wasn’t the time—or the person—for that.

The man’s lips curled back, revealing teeth that were almost human, but just a little too sharp. His movements were slow, predatory, as he stepped closer. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“Stay back,” I snapped, raising my weapon in front of me. My voice wavered, but I tightened my grip, trying to look more confident than I felt.

Fake it till you make it, right?

That didn’t stop him.

He lunged for me.

I barely had time to react, swinging my stone knife toward him. He dodged, moving with an animalistic speed that made my stomach twist. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in an iron-like grip.

“Let go!” I yelled, struggling against him. His strength was overpowering, his fingers digging into my skin as he wrenched the knife from my hand and tossed it aside.

Before I could recover, he shoved me back against a tree. The impact knocked the wind out of me, and I gasped, clawing at his arms as he pressed his body against mine.

His face was close now, so close I could feel his breath on my skin. His eyes burned with something wild, something dangerous—and something else.

Ravenous hunger. Raw aching desire.For me.

“No. Not like this,” I choked out, thrashing against him.

He didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound, but his hands gripped the leather wrap I was wearing, tugging at it roughly. Panic surged through me as I realized what he was about to do.

I didn’t want this!

I thrashed harder, my fingers scrambling for anything I could use against him. My hand brushed against a rock on the ground, and I grabbed it, lifting it high.

With every ounce of strength I had, I brought the rock down on his head.

The man let out a guttural snarl, his grip loosening for a split second. I didn’t waste a precious second. I swung the rock again, harder this time, connecting with his temple with a ferocious smack.

He staggered back, blood streaming down the side of his face. For a moment, he just stood there, swaying, his eyes wide and unfocused. Then he collapsed, his body hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

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