Page 65 of Sinful Shifters

"Take this," I tell Ali, handing the wellspring off to her. "Use it wisely."

As soon as its weight is safely in her hands, I shift into my wolf form and race right for Klaus.

He attacks me, gets me on my back and forces me to shift. Having my human form brutally ripped to the surface makes me whimper in fear. The gods roar in anger—but I shout to them, "Stay back! This is my fight."

As Klaus clamps his hand around my throat and drags me into the air, he grins at me. "It doesn't matter how much you fight. Everything you fear and more will come to pass if you don't give into me."

"Never," I vow.

"Then I'll take what should be mine. I may be the first alpha to dominate an unwilling omega in this new world, but I won't be the last," he warns, bearing his teeth. "The packs are changing forever, and someone will be at the bottom of the totem pole. You can count on it."

"Oh, I do." Grabbing his wrists, I channel all the ancient magic that I've gathered in his direction, and force him to his knees. "I count on itcompletely."

Teller's magic sizzles in my bones as I use it to tear Klaus apart. He howls in pain as slashes erupts all over his body, just like the claw marks he left in mine on the night that he rejected me.

That night, he started me on a new path. One full of darkness and confusion.

Followed by bright light and a love I didn't know that I would find.

I can see it all now. The magic that I can channel, every time it's thrown at me, using other's strength as my own. The power that resides in me, to submit willingly or rebel as I see fit.

Maybe the future will be different from what any of us expected. But I'm damned sure I'm going to help influence it one way or another.

And I won't let bastards like Klaus subjugate me, or any other omega who follows in my footsteps.

"I can see them now," I tell him as I hold him down on his knees, feeling the weight of the Destiny Packs and their four alphas on me. "Every single thread. All the bonds that connect werewolves to each other, to our land, and to our magic. Including the ones that connect us to our wolves."

Grabbing the threads that make him a werewolf, I sever the wolf from him.

He screams in pain, clawing at his head, madness in his eyes. "No, no, no..."

It isn't enough. Only absolute misery will be enough. He has to suffer for what he tried to do to me.

So I sever the threads that connect him to the land as well.

I watch the color drain from his face. The vitality slump from his body. Old wounds open up on his arms, chest, face, and neck, as he turns into something less than human.

Not a werewolf. Not an alpha. Not even a pitiful, regular man.

Just a piece of trash that's been misplaced.

As Klaus weeps, realizing that I've taken everything from him, he asks me, "Are you going to force me to live like this?"

"No," I answer simply.

And I shift into my wolf. The big, powerful, wonderful wolf, who once belonged to Fern.

Leaping on him, I drag him to the ground, snap in his face, and tear my claws down his body.

From his clavicle all the way to the base of his abdomen.

Blood gushes and sprays. He gasps, jerking beneath me as his bowels spill from his body.

I feel the silence all around me as he slumps to the ground and gasps his last breath.

Not far away, a single sob echoes. Eli, cuffed and held tight by Thale and his vines, has just had to witness his brother violently die.

Not for the first time, though hopefully for the last.

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