Page 9 of Her Rabid Beasts

“Are you worthy of the name ‘Beast Breaker’?” Scythe asks abruptly.

I refuse to blink at the question. “I’m the best at it.”

Turning back to regard me, he points with his joint out the window. “I certainly hope so, because Mace Naga is coming for you.”

Chapter 3

Xander

I’m lying on my bed, thoroughly enjoying a joint of premium red grade, dragon-strength weed, when a voice starts singing in my head.

“My Aurelia with eyes so blue. Aurelia, my love for you is true.”

A fucking Boneweaver. I should have known. I should have sensed it on her.Smelledit on her.

“Aurelia, my heart goes pitter patter. Aurelia… I’m going to smack your ass for running away from me. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“Fuck off, Savage,” I mentally call back.“That didn’t even rhyme.”

But his voice only gets louder as he reaches the stairs for our hidden floor. “Aurelia, your pussy is so sweet. Aurelia, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll tweet.”

My head starts pounding and I leap off the bed, startling Eugene sitting on my headboard, trying to catch some smoke. But Savage bursts into our room, flinging the door open so hard it hits the wall and rebounds.

His grin is manic as he leaps for me and we both fall back onto my bed.

“Take me to her, Xan!” Straddling me, Savage shakes my shoulders, but I just close my eyes and take another drag. “She’s escaped death all by herself and I just know it’s because she loves me. I traced her scent to the anima dorm!” he says excitedly. “She’s in there alright, but the magic won’t. Let. Me. In.” He shakes me with each syllable.

I take a long drag and allow a beat of dramatic silence to settle between us before I exhale smoke into his pretty face and say, “No.”

He growls low and deep before slugging me right in the jaw so hard I see stars. My head snaps to the side, but I look back at him and laugh darkly.

“I’ll rip your liver out and eat it, Xan.Take me there.”

It’s hard to deny a direct request from your bond brother, especially because I know he follows through with his threats, but I manage to grit out a firm,“No.”

Savage sits back on my thighs and looks down at me, pushing out his lower lip. “She’s probably missing me really badly. Please?”

He looks ridiculous, but the bastard knows exactly how to appeal to our bond. A sorry plea like that is possibly the most annoying thing on the planet. Lucky for my weed and Mozart.

“Get the fuck off me or I’ll melt your face off and she won’t be able to stand the look of you.”

He shoves off me, muttering expletives under his breath as he tears off his T-shirt and throws it on his bed. He does that when he gets irritated or angry. As if clothes are a heinous crime to his wolf body and an impediment to animalistic thoughts.

For a moment, I am afforded peace. A random Mozart concerto blares in my ears. Eugene’s nervous heartbeat flutters above me, and further away are the muffled sounds of the other students getting ready to go to bed on the floors beneath us. The weed burns through my body, lulling me into a sweet stuporwhile Savage paces the room, hands on his hips. Occasionally he fingers the black hair tie around his wrist.

Suddenly, he stills.

“Got it,” he says, before rushing back out the door.

He’s got an idea. And Savage with an idea is bad news. I just don’t have it in me to care right now, so I don’t move an inch from my comfortable supine position. Scythe and Lyle can deal with whatever his mutt brain has cooked up.

It takes all of one hour for me to eat my words. An image flickers through my mind, fingers tattooed with the phases of the moon fiddling with…is that a?—?

Eugene shrieks in terror.

“Fuck!” I shout, leaping off my bed.

I wave at the rooster to stay put as I stride out of our room.

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