Page 18 of Connected

In a last pathetic attempt at survival, he summons all his remaining strength and stretches his hand to his left, desperately trying to grasp the silver-spiked staff. He dropped it to the floor earlier when the only thing on his mind was lust and not the end of his life.

He can’t reach it; the wolf sees his movement and Luiz takes one last deep breath; resigned to his fate.

The wolf thuds down hard, again and again, it pounds at his chest with its huge paws, and finally, there’s a cracking and splitting sound as his rib-cage breaks. It sends Luiz’s body into shock and his lungs manage on last gasping helpless cry before the wolf’s fangs tear at his flesh.

There’s a snarl as claws rip at the body beneath it. The wolf tears at Luiz’s breast cavity and opens him up like it’s carving a duck. Strings of sticky drool dripping onto the face of its prey and the wolf’s deep-blue eyes stare focused into Luiz’s dead eyes, which are open wide with fear, as he now lays silent.

The blood-lust takes over, and the wolf doesn’t stop—clawing at the dead body it shreds flesh from the bone.

Then everything stops. The room goes still and there’s silence.

Head back, the wolf lets out a loud howling cry, and then it curls its lip—into what could only be described as a smile. Not satisfied with merely killing its quarry, there’s a savage growl, a rush of air, and the large monster sinks its teeth deep into Luiz’s neck: tearing chunks, it rips his voice-box from his throat. Luiz’s eyes roll back, and any final essence of life is extinguished.

The wolf is pumped on the taste for blood and doesn’t stop. Continuing unfettered in its frenzied attack—it claws, tearing skin and muscle until all that’s left is a bloodied mess of shredded corpse.

Several minutes of silence fill the room.

The wolf lays down—panting, licking the blood and morsels of flesh from its mouth. Its heart rate slows as it calms and finally Zak shifts back to his human form.

Slumped on the floor breathless, he swipes a hand over his face—wiping away sweat and blood. He looks down at his bloodied chest and sneers in disgust at the remains of his tormentors. “One fuckin’ chance, asshole, that’s all I needed. You can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Calming himself, he takes a moment before he shakily pulls himself to his feet and checks on his pack-mate—Kat lays quiet and not moving and he gently strokes her face. Whispering, he calls her name. “Kat… Kat, are you okay?”

Slowly she wakes from her sedated slumber. “Mmm…” She groans hearing his voice in the distance, and her mind returns from the forced sleep. “What the… Zak?” she frowns as she looks at him covered in blood. She moans and rolls onto her side—accidentally ripping the cannula from her arm.

“Arrgh…” she cries. The pain’s enough to jolt her mind back to reality and Zak helps her to sit up.

“Hey there. Are you’re okay? I got you. Kat, are you, all right?”

She nods. Checking her surroundings, she can’t help but notice the way her body’s positioned. “Oh my God… did he?”

“No, no, he didn’t. I got there first,” he smiles.

“Shit…” she grins as she looks around at the chaos. “Yeah, it looks like you sure did. Good work, partner.”

Looking around the room, she sees the bloody mess of torn limbs and ripped flesh—the walls, the floor—everything is covered in splatters of blood.

Sitting up, her legs dangle over the edge of the couch, and rubs her head. Then, with a sneer, she spits on what remains of Luiz. “You fuckin’ son-of-a-bitch. You got exactly what you deserved.” She rubs her arm as blood runs in a line from where she pulled out the cannula—both of Zak’s arms have the same trails on either side. “I’ll see if there’re any supplies to clean those up. We don’t want you getting an infection.”

“Hey, relax and take a minute,” he sighs. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he holds her body tight against his—her arms grip around his waist and they comfort each other.

“Oh Zak, thank God, you were here. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’d have done the same for me, right?” He drops a kiss on her forehead.

“Yeah… always.”

She smiles, then looking him in the eyes she can’t help herself and grabbing his head in her hands she kisses him passionately on the lips. Her tongue wrapping with his as they desperately cling to each other.

The kiss sends his residual wolf blood pumping around his body and he can’t resist her advances—his head telling him not to do this, but his body can’t help but physically respond. The after-shift feeling stiffens his cock, and he presses his body against her.

He can’t deny she turns him on but finding his self-control, he pulls back and takes a deep breath, “Whoa… Kat, I… I shouldn’t do this—”

“It’s okay, it was me. Zak, it’s me who should be sorry. I just wanted to thank you.”

He smiles, as he helps her down from the bench and she wanders around looking in drawers for some wipes or band-aids, something to clean up the puncture wounds on their arms. She finds nothing—hygiene, not their captors’ biggest concern and she gives up on her search.

Surveying the mess in the room, she frowns. “So, what the hell do we do now?”

“We need to get outta here before Alvarez comes back.”

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