Page 158 of The Piece You Stole

The wolf doesn’t make a sound as he springs at me.

I step out of the way. Cool air brushes my face an instant before a thud rings out, overly loud in such a painfully quiet room.Thud.

But the reinforced door does exactly what it’s supposed to when a wolf hits it.

It holds.

Another wolf flies at me from my right. Spinning out of the way, I take a quick breath, release it, and reach for my wolf.

Don’t kill anyone who doesn’t deserve it.

My wolf explodes out of me in a fury of sharp teeth and lethal claws.

I take the next wolf down so hard that we fly into the entertainment unit clean across the room. We smash the wood and explode the TV into tiny fragments of glass that I shake free from my fur as I pull myself off the body beneath me.

Movement stirs on my left.

I whirl around with a growl, swiping my claw at a wolf with a bright blue stare who hisses in pain and leaps back, the copper tang of his blood heavy in the air.

Behind.

Don’t know whether it was mine or my wolf's warning.

Doesn’t matter.

We’ve already spun to face the threat.

The door behind me means there’s no risk of hurting anyone who means anything to me, so I stop fighting my wolf the way I’ve spent years doing; I fightwithhim.

And beneath our teeth and claws, one by one, our enemies die.

It doesn’t matter that more are scrambling into the room, attacking in pairs, one at a time.

It doesn’t matter that they puncture my skin with their teeth or slash open my back with their claws.

All that matters is they die.

The floor is slick with the blood of my enemy, and my own, but the pain is a distant second—or is it third?—to the rage pouring out of me.

And then it’s just me, my breathing ragged, my rage like an electric charge snapping around me, wanting more wolves to kill, needing more blood to sate this killing fury.

Distantly, I’m aware of what must have happened.

I’ve gone feral.

“Do you think you’re man enough to keep her?” a familiar voice rings out.

Rylan Treveiler.

That one,I hear my wolf growl in my head.That one needs to die.

A growl rumbles from my throat. At the dining room door, poised to enter, a prowling wolf with silver eyes halts, eyes locked on my face.

The last one left.

I bare my teeth at her. She freezes.

But my wolf isn’t interested inher. He wants the wolf—the alpha outside.

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