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An angry snarl sounds behind me just as I reach the tunnel, open like the maw of an angry snake.

I let it swallow me whole, plunging into the darkness.

It’s a narrow, low-ceilinged thing, exactly how I imagine the throat of a giant beast would feel like, and I determinedly don’t let the scrape of the rock against my skin deter me.

The males are going to have to squeeze through this thing, slowing their hunt. That works well for me. So I keep my head down, only turning my head to the right to gulp a breath every few strokes. A short way in, the ceiling drops so low I have to duck under the water completely to get through.

The underwater portion of the tunnel is almost a breath too long because the stadium makers are no doubt completely sadistic, and just as my lungs burn and I contemplate shifting, a rope ladder appears before me. I grab it, pulling myself upwards until my head breaks free.

“Fuck!” Savage’s wet, excited grumble echoes from somewhere in the tunnel.

Frantically, I focus only on each waterlogged rung, climbing as fast as I can despite the swinging of the wretched old ladder.

I barely risk a glance upwards, and so it’s with great surprise that when I reach the final rung, a deep, amused voice says, “Hello, little snakelet.”

I don’t even think.

Quicker than any striking cobra, I make a fist and punch the bastard right in the dick.

Chapter 82

Savage

Ifeel like a half-drowned rat as I scramble up the ladder in first position. I did have to punch Lyle and kick Scythe full in the face to get here, but I’m not sorry at all. By my regina’s clear permission with her little stunt, we’re playingdirtytonight.

The first thing I see when I jump clear of the rope ladder and back into the forest is a huge figure rolling on the ground, groaning in pain. My regina sprints into the distance, the moon of her bare ass brighter and more precious than the one above us.

Swaggering over to the writhing basilisk as Lyle shoots up from below, I point and laugh at him like a pup.

“You deserve that!” I guffaw.

There’s a snarl of warning before I’m tackled to the ground and sucker punched right in the jaw.

Some people see stars when they get punched in the face. I only see the faces of my regina, hundreds of them, floating like shiny, pretty balloons.

“Do it again!” I say excitedly.

He does, only on the other side, and I blink up at his skull-masked face, grinning as I watch Aurelia’s faces float around my head.

“Savage,” Lyle says disapprovingly before sprinting away.

“We’re losing the race!” I cry, shoving at Ghoul, who jumps to his feet, rubbing his cock. “Cock-a-doodle-do!” I laugh, leaping to join in as Scythe runs straight past us as well.

I’m only content for a second because a cloud of shadows speeds past me like an angry ghost, laughing manically and leaving me cold and choking.

“Gods, she’s a turn on in every way,” Ghoul cackles as he melts into the darkness of the forest.

No fair.

So it’sonlyfair that I shift into my wolf form, and as my bones crunch and my mouth turns into a muzzle, I lick my chops, bounding through the forest and catching up to Scythe and Lyle, who’s also shifted into his lion form. But they and Ghoul, who is now solidifying into a man, have stopped in a small clearing.

“Where’d she go?” Scythe rasps, prowling in a circle, searching the gloom.

He’s already had his taste, which is driving me crazy, so I know I have to claim her next. But we’ve lost her. I prowl around the clearing, sniffing the air, feeling with my skin, my soul. A little sparkle of glitter appears to my right?—

Ghoul suddenly gathers into shadows and spears into the forest. I immediately chase after him, snapping at his darkness. He shudders in mid-air, and excited, I ram right through him and head after my regina.

A little yelp sounds ahead of me, followed by the scent of blood. I gasp and immediately shift back into human form.

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