Page 43 of Dead Wolf Rising (Bad Moon Academy 3)

Are you okay? Are we okay?

It hurts,Joan says.

In wolf form, we trip over our own feet, and our men surge forward. We bark at them to stay back.

I can’t be saved from Peter. I have to win.

Peter jumps on us, his teeth digging into our shoulder. We yelp and fall to the brittle grass covering the ground, lurching to the side to try and buck him off. His teeth hold strong in our skin, so we jerk our back side up as hard as we can, catapulting him over our head.

BITE HIS ASS!I’m screaming way too loud at Joan but this is the moment she’s been waiting for. She wants this. She needs this.EAT HIS ASS, JOAN!

That’s not what that means!she shouts at me as we crouch low.

Using every last ounce of strength we have, we lunge at him, biting his mother fucking ass and swinging our head back and forth. His muscles give under the pressure of our jaw, and he yowls, head dropping low as he tries to crawl away from us on three legs.

We don’t let go. We snap our teeth again, tearing through more of his ass and making sure he’s really hurt.

YES! YES! YES! Give him what he deserves! Make him pay for what he did to all those changed shifters.

Joan ignores my shouting, too focused on finishing him off.

We rip a chunk of his muscle and flesh from his backside, spitting it on the ground before we jump on top of him and knock him down. As soon as he rolls to get away from us, we clamp our mouth around his throat and tear through it without a second thought.

There is no hesitation on our end. His neck is easier to rip through than his ass, and we shred through it, spitting fur, skin, and tissue out before going back to destroy more to make sure he’s truly going to die. There can be no supernatural healing. He needs to die for good.

“Enough, Luna.” Blaze’s voice is like a wash of ice against my too hot flesh.

We recoil from Peter and whip around, snarling at him. He scoffs, unimpressed by our show of aggression and snaps his fingers. I hear the whiz of metal before I see the knife flying through the air. It thuds into Peter’s chest with a thunk, and he releases a high-pitched yip, back feet twitching until he falls still. The sound of his breathing makes our stomach turn, and I know he’ll be dead in a matter of seconds. Everyone is quiet, watching as his body tries to fight for survival, but it’s a losing battle.

His heart beats one final time before it succumbs to the blade.

Raising our head, we let loose an angry howl. They stole our kill. They took our vengeance from us. How dare they!

“STOP.”

The command slams into us and we’re hopeless. There is no resisting our alpha’s command.

“Shift. Now.” Blaze sounds unhappy but that’s too damn bad.

He said Peter was our kill.

Within two seconds the command forces our wolf form to retreat, and I’m standing naked in front of him. The power of the shift healed the wounds, but I still feel a deep ache in my stomach from where Peter hurt us.

Blaze’s gaze doesn’t waver as he towers above us, arms crossed over his chest like a disapproving father.

“What did you do that for?” I ask in a deadly calm voice.

“Silver kills shifters.”

“I was killing him,” I say with a hard shake of my head. “You stole the kill from me!” I glare at Demi who threw the knife.

“No,” she says. “You had him. He was dying, but the silver knife will make sure he stays dead.”

I frown and glance at the men. Adler is scowling at Blaze, but the alpha doesn’t seem to care. He steps closer, eyes set on mine.

“You did it, Raven. Peter was as good as dead. Demi was prepared to hit him with the silver knife regardless of who took him out. Even if I had stepped in, the silver was needed to finish the job. Don’t let the knife make you feel like a failure.”

“He’s right,” Demi adds. “You killed him really good with the whole throat demolition bit you did.” She grins when I shoot my gaze in her direction. “The bite in the ass was a nice touch.”

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