Page 53 of Feral Mates
“Bitch,” he hissed, clueless that his life was about to end.
Her rage was battling her fear valiantly, but she was no match for the man. He finally realized his mistake, his eyes opening wide as he shoved her away. But it was too late.
His challenge to all three of us was ridiculous.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “What the fuck is this shit. Get your wolves away from me.” He swung the knife back and forth.
She refused to back down, tossing herself toward him.
“You fucking asshole.” When she threw a brutal punch to his face, I was amused more than anything. When she smashed two more, his lip split open, the man stumbling backward by a few feet.
Her rage brought out a significant spike in her scent, now so strong my cock pushed hard against the tight confines of my jeans.
He slapped one hand across his mouth, immediately acting as if he was going to lunge toward her.
Low-slung growls filled the night air.
“I suggest you drop your weapon,” I told him.
“Fuck you, buddy.”
Apollo and Roman circled the human, preventing him from trying to escape. There were too many vehicles on the road, a few slowing down to see what was going on. This was not something we needed at this point. At least our mental tethering was strong, even though both beasts were eager to rid the world of scum like him.
“Stop,” I told her.
She directed her glare toward me. “I can handle myself.”
“Not this time. Back away.” My command was firm, calm enough she softened slightly. “Savannah. Don’t make me ask you again. Go to the car.”
Her nose wrinkled as she debated whether she would obey me. Instead of doing so immediately, she took long strides toward him, pitching her arm around the one holding the weapon, flinging it into the air. Then she reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a wad of money.
He made no move to attack her. For two seconds, I was able to read his intentions. He’d been sent to confront, not harm. As a test to see what we would do. That angered me even more.
“You made a mistake, buddy. A big mistake.” With her braid swishing back and forth, she headed back to the car as I’d directed. She continued to radiate heat and fire, her aggression stemming from everything she’d been through and her refusal to allow anyone to get the better of her.
Admirable, but she was incapable of understanding even this human could be dangerous. An important lesson she’d need to learn.
Now I could turn my full attention to the bastard who’d dared lay a hand on her. My entire body was electrified as I took a single step in his direction, wrapping my hand around his throat.
I had one thought in mind.
Protect.
The rest would come later.
“You should learn not to touch what doesn’t belong to you.” The two brutal punches I threw were all that was necessary.
I could feel the heat of the two wolves, their hunger spiking.Leave it.
He was sent to test us,I shot back.
Apollo snarled, swinging his head toward the fallen man. But just as I was leaving, he turned and padded away, remaining in the shadows.
Yet as I reached the vehicle, I had a sense of being watched.
Not from curious onlookers who had nothing better to do than to see a fight in action. Not from the police after a report of an attempted robbery. From an unknown entity that I couldn’t read.
Neither could Apollo or Roman.
