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“He killed our parents!”
The next I see black.
Chapter 32
The forest pulsates with an electrifying tension.The veryair charged with the baser energy of Elara, Emery’s wolf, as we stand-off.She stands before me, fur standing on end, eyes ablaze with a glare that can only be described as feral.I stare her down, but my own wolf rages within me, urging me to let him out so he can force her to submit.I can feel every muscle in my body coiled and ready for a fight, but deep down I know brute force alone won’t make her trust me.
“Elara,” I command, my voice a low growl.“You need to let Emery return.She needs control.”
Elara snarls, snapping her teeth at me as she backs up, deadly promise in her posture.She wants to hurt me.I step forward, the worry in Emery’s voice through the mind-link fueling my approach.I need to convince Elara to release Emery from her grasp and give her control.Now that she has shifted, I know she’ll go into heat soon.
Crouching, I soften my tone, trying to convince her wolf I am not a threat.“Emery trusts me.You can trust me, too.I don’t want to hurt you, but I will,” I insist, locking eyes with her.
Suddenly, Elara lunges.I’m forced to react, Deaconsurging forward.Our bodies collide, and as Deacon defends himself against her savage bite, her teeth slice through fur and flesh as he tries to wrangle her without hurting her.
The fight is intense, both wolves snarling and growling as they circle each other, Elara unwilling to let us get close.I know we need to tread carefully, one wrong move, and she could seriously injure us, which will give us no choice but to hurt her.
I focus on my wolf’s instincts, trying to calm him as he continues to engage with Elara, his frustration growing the more Elara fights him.His strength and training give him an advantage, but Elara’s sheer ferocity makes her a strong opponent.She is fighting on adrenaline while we are with caution, not wanting to injure our mate.I can feel her rage pulsating through the bond, fueling our own anger and making it difficult to think clearly, and I worry Deacon will lose his temper with her.
She snarls, lunging at his throat, but Deacon turns his head just in time, before catching her in the side of the neck with his teeth.She whimpers and thrashes, knowing he’s hurting her, he lets her go.
Elara tears into his flank and shakes her head viciously, making him snarl and rip into her.She whimpers, clearly not expecting him to fight back since we’ve been trying to pin her not fight her, but she is pushing and testing his limits.She is lucky he hasn’t forced her to submit but like me, he knows that forces Emery, too.
Flinging her off, he stalks her, and I knowhe will forcefully make her submit.He probably should, but the idea of Emery submitting against her will worries me.Especially now that we are getting along so well.
“Shift back,” I tell him.
“No, she won’t listen,” Deacon worries.“She’ll attack you the moment she can,” Deacon tells me.
“I know, but that isn’t just Elara.You force her, Emery will be forced to submit, hand me control,” I snarl at him.Deacon whines but shifts back, and I release control of Deacon, stepping back and lowering myself into a submissive position.It’s a riskymove, but I know it’s the only way to gain Elara’s trust.
“Are you fucking nuts!”Deacon snaps at me.
“A little, but I need her closer.”
“Not in that form you don’t, her teeth are like fucking razors,” Deacons growls when he feels my intention.He laughs like he thinks I truly have lost the plot.
“You wanna be quick,” he snaps at me.I hear her growl, as I lower myself onto my stomach in the dirt with my hands flat against the ground.The closer she gets, the more erratic my breathing gets when I feel her wet nose graze my cheek.The growl that leaves her makes goosebumps rise on my body and I know she is going to attack me; I can feel it through the bond.1...2…
“Now!”Deacon yells, just as I hear her snarl I roll, wrapping my arms around her neck as I do and pulling her wolf belly up against my chest.Before she realizes what is happening, my teeth sink into her wolf’s neck.She makes a horrid noise as her wolf whimpers, her back legs kicking, her claws cutting me to pieces when eventually she stops moving.
Pulling my teeth from her neck, I sputter, trying to spit her fur out.Using my fingers, I pull some off my tongue while trying to catch my breath.I am filthy and covered in blood, mine and hers.Scooping her limp wolf up, I head back to the pack house, hoping she doesn’t wake in my arms for round two.
I carry Elara’s wolf’s limp body in my arms.Her fur is matted with blood, and I can feel the cuts on my skin sting as I walk.My heart is racing, and I’m afraid she might wake up and attack me again.
Entering the pack house, I quickly make my way to our room.I set her on the bed, before fetching a muzzle.It takes me a few seconds to work out how to put it on her, not having used one in ages.She’ll be furious when she wakes, but if she gives control back to Emery, I’ll happily remove it.Once I’ve got that in place, I lock the chain around her neck before moving to the bathroom, I strip my clothes off and start the shower.With one last glance at Emery’s wolf, I know she won’t be escaping thatchain unless she shifts, so I hop in the shower.
Chapter 33
I’m laying next to her reading when her wolf stirs awake.She shakes her head.The chain jiggling catches her attention, then she notices the muzzle.
She starts ripping on the chain that is attached to the headboard, then carves her face up with her claws, trying to remove the muzzle.I set my book aside.
“Enough!”I growl in warning, pinning her beneath me.My heart races, but I cannot let my emotions overtake me.“I’m not here to fight you.I want Emery back.”
For a moment, Elara ceases her struggle, but then she starts thrashing, her claws tearing my arms apart.Pain shoots through me, yet I hold back, refusing to retaliate.
“Emery needs you to trust me,” I whisper, fighting to connect with Elara, to make her understand.
