Page 116 of Hawke

To maintain equilibrium, our toes cautiously stretched out, attempting to find a footing on the unpredictable terrain. The jump was flawless, our teeth wrapped around the back of the first human’s neck. Our teeth sunk into the collar, the skin, the bone, and the resounding crack echoed into our jaw.

There was no time to scream, no time to pull the trigger. The male fell before I jumped onto the second and did the same to him. It was boring. There was no clawing at the skin, listening to the tears of skin or ripping of clothes. There were too many men to go through, and my mate was up in a tree thinking of ways to get down quickly and run to the cabin to check on the commotion.

I had to be swift, quiet, agile, which I was more than capable of doing since our bond had strengthened me tenfold, but damn it was going to be boring.

The first two fell within seconds. The soft thud in a normal forest beyond the veil wouldn’t have caused others to turn back to look at the sound. It would have sounded like leaves, small animals prancing through the forest, but not here. They sounded like boulders falling from the mountain tops.

Four males turned with their guns drawn or vials held into position. One male sprayed the air, grinning maliciously as the squirt of silver liquid flew onto my fur.

I peeled back my lips and snarled, licking the useless liquid silver droplets into my mouth. His smile faded quickly after that, and he sprayed more, as if he hadn’t used enough.

Tyr found the situation humorous, letting out a snort of laughter and shaking his head, his laughter indicating that the real fun was about to start.

The others were too far ahead, and I would not give them the chance to call for backup. I could most likely take them, but what sort of bragging rights would I have if I had no one to watch me? No one at the Iron Fang would fucking believe me, why should I give myself that much work when I didn’t need to?

With a lunge forward, my teeth found their way into the body of the first male. The others grunted, the butt of one gun hitting my side. I ripped out his throat with my teeth, blood gushing and covering the male at his side.

“Fucking shoot the damn thing!”

I clawed his face, my teeth sinking into another throat. It was a jumbled mess to them, but it all flowed flawlessly to me as each one fell to the ground in a heap.

A gun went off as the last male fell into the ferns. It missed by a hair, grazing my tail.

“Oh, my god! He tried to shoot me!”Tyr squealed.

An additional five men stumbled out of the trees, their chests heaving, and their collars undone, their weapons pointed in the air.

“Think that’s the point. Do you think they are silver?”

Tyr sniffed his tail. Not that it would matter if it was silver or not, but one to the heart would hurt like hell and Delilah wouldn’t know to dig it out to reanimate our body.

“Laced with it, not completely silver. If that hits our balls, oh god, I don’t want to think about it.”

“Let’s not let that happen then.”I smirked.

Tyr puffed out his chest, letting out a roar that blew enough wind that pushed the fern’s fronds toward Shane’s men. Some of these males were large for humans, but even they smelled of fear.

They held their shaking guns, and they shot without warning. We leapt from the ground, using the large tree as a springboard to avoid the shots.

A string of curses flew, and we collided with the group. Our claws, teeth, and weight bared down on the men as we ripped flesh from bone, eyes from sockets, and tongues from their mouths. We took more time with these males as they begged for us to stop.

Another shot rang out, hitting us in the side. We paused the assault of the nearly lifeless men who were bleeding out onto the forest floor. We now glared at male that dared to interrupt our torture.

Blood dripped from our maw, and our face was covered in blood, flesh, and brains. I’m sure we looked terrifying, but we were far from done.

Another shot rang out. But again, we stood still, taking the shot and not moving.

We snarled.

“It isn’t moving,” the male said, his eyes widening with horror.

Another shot ripped into my back. Blood spattered on the ferns beside us.

It was painful, but we knew pain. It wasn’t nearly as painful as when our soul was ripped from our bodies.

The two males dropped their guns to the ground, their legs shaking, faces paling.

We took one step to their two, and then two steps to their four until they turned and did a full on sprint into the forest.

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