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CICELY
He shifts, shorts falling to pool at his back legs. Shit! His wolf’s lips peel back immediately to reveal those giant teeth, a growl erupting from him as he lunges to attack.
My instinct has me backing up, but I trip and fall to my back on the ground just outside the bunker door.
No. Shit. Fuck!
My mate’s snarling, angry wolf looms over me.
It’s like I’m mated to the Incredible Hulk. One minute, he’s the frustrated and jealous alpha and the next minute, he’s this monster.
The monster growls, those yellow eyes full of anger and menace. His face gets just inches from mine and he paws at the mask, wanting it off, and it results in him headbutting me.
“Ow. Jared. JaredJaredJared,” I plead through the pain as I recover from the blow, “it’s me, it’s me. Your mate. Please… hear … hear me. Smell me. Take in my scent. You know me. You don’t want to hurt me, baby.”
I reach out, extending my hand, hoping he’ll sniff it, but he goes even crazier and claws rips across my hand and my chest, burning with pain as my skin is ripped open.
Oh shit, he’s going to use his razor-sharp claws to rip me apart. And like blood in the water to a shark, his eyes narrow as he noses the wound on my hand. If that thing on his face wasn’t holding his mouth shut, he’d absolutely tear in with his teeth. He’s growling louder, drool dripping on me. I flip over and turtle and I’m just about to reach for my shirt to pull it off and shift so I can run, thinking maybe I can run fast and get to the river, but pain rips across my back.
I hear a car, car doors slamming, and now there’s whistling and shouting.
“Oy!” Cade, one of our alphas hollers from behind the camper where he’s pulled up in his car. Clinton, an older beta and good friend of Dad’s is coming up behind him, whistling loudly with his thumb and third finger in his mouth.
“Come at me, dawg!” Cade dares, widening his stance.
Jared’s wolf pretty much tramples me to run for him, claws ripping across my back again.
I scramble to my feet, shouting, “Cade! Don’t hurt him!”
Both Cade and Clinton have weapons trained on Jared’s wolf.
Jared’s wolf snarls at them.
“Get inside that building, Cicely!” Cade shouts.
Jared’s wolf turns and trains his gaze on me and sprints in my direction again. I back into the bunker and close the gate.
He growls at me.
Those guys are coming in from behind.
There’s no recognition in my mate’s wolf’s eyes whatsoever. He keeps growling and if the gate weren’t between us he’d resume his task of ripping me apart by any means necessary.
They zap him and he drops. Clinton zaps him again and he’s convulsing now.
“Hey!” I shout. “Don’t overfucking do it!”
“Making sure, Cicely,” Clinton reasons.
“No! Do not use more force than necessary. That’s my mate you just unnecessarily attacked!”
Clinton looks at me like I’m bonkers. “He was gonna kill you, kiddo.”
I growl in frustration. “Be careful!”
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