Page 22 of Reign of the Beast

They’d hit us hard and fast, outnumbering my combatants ten to one.

We were in deep shit.

But I wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

This was my pack, my wolves, myfamily.It was our land and our lives we were fighting for.

And these assholes were going to suffer through some major pain for trying to fuck with that.

Coming onto our territory? What the ever loving shit were they playing at?

Roaring, I leapt through the air at the two vamps flanking the one who’d attacked me. With two swipes of my claws, I tore their fucking heads off.

The other two ran at me.

Kicking one of them back, I twisted my body, grabbed the other one by the scruff of his shirt, then drove my clawed hand through his chest. I grabbed hold of his demonic heart and tore it through his open chest cavity.

Tossing it on the ground, I watched as his now dead body hit the ground, reduced to what all vamps were when they were killed—a mass of decomposed flesh and bone, partial ash, and a pool of blood. The amount of decomposition depended on their age. The blood on how much they’d consumed the day of their death.

It had been a long time since I’d murdered indiscriminately like this and the sight of so much death caught me off guard for a couple of seconds.

That was all the last vamp needed to take another shot.

I felt his talons digging into my shoulder, piercing through the hard leather of my jacket, just before he buried his fangs in my throat.

I fisted my hand in his hair, intending to wrench him off me and snap his neck at the same time with the force Iwas about to use, when he did it for me, jerking back and staggering a couple of feet.

I frowned as I took in his now dazed eyes, his uneasy movements.

Was he high?

Licking my blood off his lips, he spoke, “What are you?”

“I’m the goddamn Alpha, fucker.”

He shook his head, trying to shake off whatever had come over him. “No. Your blood is—”

He never finished his sentence.

A shot rang out, his body jerked.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

In his place stood my Beta, Tyson, his pistol armed with wooden bullets still in firing position. “You all right?” he asked, gesturing to my neck.

I touched the bite and my hand came away drenched in blood.

No wonder I was kind of lightheaded.

There wasn’t time for that, though. I shrugged it off. “It’ll heal.”

He frowned. “What was that bloodsucker going on about? Your blood?”

“No fucking clue, T.” I turned, scanning my pack lands. “Anyhow, we’ve got bigger shit. Focus up.”

After hours of back-to-back fighting, we finally had a few moments to take a damned breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I gasped, my stomach churning at what I saw.

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