Page 41 of Feral Mates
“Let’s go,” I told them.
“We remain human until that’s not possible any longer.” Apollo’s suggestion was noted.
Let’s see how long that lasted.
We took off heading toward the facility, searching the forest, registering every different scent. We were fast, our strong muscles providing us with the ability to handle the difficult terrain.
The closer we came, the more apprehension I felt. I could sense her. I could feel her concern, and her anxiety that was building. She was frightened, but I also gathered a sense of determination. Not only was she a beautiful woman, she was also tough in mind and body. Whatever we went through together, those attributes would serve her well.
A crack caught my attention and the three of us hunkered down at the same time, listening while allowing our keen noses to ascertain the source.
The gnawing hunger returned, my wolf about to breach the surface. When a deer and her fawn breached a clump of trees, the three of us were immediately on edge. Only a few days before, the creatures would have already been dead on the ground.
Apollo sensed my hunger, gripping my arm as if to prevent me from killing them. I threw a look at him, snarling when I did.
I could smell fear in the two smaller creatures.
“Let them live,” Kai gritted out. “They are not our enemy or our food. Not in this form.”
I wanted to laugh. Dr. Wheeler was a consummate hunter in his case, mostly for sport. Disgusting. We only killed for food or when in danger.
However, they were both right. So we allowed them to scamper off. The hunger remained, but it had more to do with getting closer to Savannah.
I’d never felt such a strong hold on my desire. A true sign that she was our mate.
We moved forward again, carefully watching the forest.
Almost instantly, the stench of a group of humans infused my nostrils. I growled while turning my head toward the others.
There was something else.
Other wolves.
Snarls echoed in the trees, the scream of a human penetrating the air.
Then a single gunshot.
We couldn’t allow humans to murder our own.
There was no question as to what was needed.
Within seconds, we shed our clothes, willing the transformation to occur.
We were savages, monsters turning into men. While the shift took a matter of seconds, the wash of agony was acute. Limbs twisted unnaturally, muscles ripping while organs weredisplaced. As hands became claws, a snout forming where a mouth had once been, the entire world around me vibrated with energy unlike anything I’d felt prior to my body being taken captive.
And that’s the way I thought of what had occurred.
We were nothing more than prisoners of mankind and something even more sinister. But at this moment, the ability served us well.
The transformation complete, we raced through the trees, the same powerful muscles aiding us in closing in on the human monsters determined to destroy our kind.
We ran, our strengthened forms allowing a speed I’d never felt before. We had one purpose in mind.
Kill or be killed.
Only something nagged at all of us. I could feel it in my bones, stretching across every synapse in my brain.
A conscience.
