Page 94 of Rogue Wolf

Or wanted him to think that.

But who the fuck knew? These weren’t ordinary times, So with walking in light maybe they’d developed a taste for shifter blood. Like it was end of days or some such shit.

He stared them down and they stared back, their glassy eyes exuded hunger as they approached him.

He flexed his hands, opened and closed them, testing how much he could endure. Quite a lot, even with the burn of the silver that buzzed like an electrical current. He then settled on tight fists.

It was a fallacy, he knew, his supposedly getting used to the silver. He wasn’t. No shifter did. The silver worked its insidious magic and destroyed. And Kodiak, Alpha or not, wasn’t any different from any other shifter. The longer the silver touched him, the weaker and less likely to defend himself he became.

And the fists he made were like a baby’s, pathetic and useless compared to their usual power.

Did they know? Of course they did. They understood the evils of silver on his kind.

Still they looked at him like a tasty treat.

And he couldn’t fucking stand it.

Kodiak wasn’t about to let them drink from him, no matter if they’d developed a taste for shifter blood or they just wanted to torture him and kill him the way he never wanted to go; been drained by a vampire.

The drinking of blood had a vile, intimate feel to it. Invasive. Wrong. No way he’d them take his life without putting up the best fight he could manage.

Which wasn’t much, he knew, but he’d fight. To his last breath.

He waited for the attack, for them to leap on him and rip into him with their disgusting fangs.

But they made no move to do such a thing. They just leered at him.

“What? You think we want your blood? Your repulsive, stinking, tainted blood? Not fucking likely. Not when we have a tasty treat waiting for us,” said one of the vampires. “Come on, doggie, you’re going for a walk.”

“Like hell, I am.” Kodiak aimed an uppercut at the vampire’s face, unable to stop himself.

Before he could connect with its face, the vampire moved sonic fast and something heavy wrapped tight about his wrist, sending sparks of pain shooting up as it pulled his hand down. Excruciating fire shot up his arm, and he groaned, almost falling to his knees.

“Your new leash. You’re lucky we’re not putting it around your neck. Make this hard for us, and that’s exactly where we’ll put it,” said the other vampire, hissing close to Kodiak’s ear. “Maybe tight enough to cut off your air supply.”

There was something in the hiss from the other one which made the vampire with the threat step back.

Did they need him for something?

I’m not beaten yet, then.

But fuck, whatever they had on him tightened when he moved, and the more tried to get it off, the more it gripped.

The vampires laughs. “Fucking dogs,” one said. “Brainless, all of them. Look at it shake. Maybe we should get him a cone from a vet, stop him gnawing.”

“Nah, its weak.”

Anger surged.

Kodiak glanced down at his hand. Silver netting wrapped around it, but he couldn’t shake it off. Ignoring them, he tried again, testing it. The more he tried, the tighter it got. And then a shot of pain froze his entire arm.

He clamped his teeth together to stop screaming out.

But, he’d found the limit of this type of netting. The more he moved the worse it got and then it sent out a blinding shot of pain at its limit.

The vampires laughed at his moan as they untethered him. They wrapped a length of sliver chain around his wrists before removing the horrible netting.

Maybe, he thought, maybe he needed to work with that kind of bind. He tried to think back to how he got out of the larger net, but he’d been a wolf then and everything was hazy with pain and cold.

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