Chapter 17.-2
Well, shit. No wonder Tessa was out here, seeking vengeance. She thought her mate was dead. If the bond had snapped into place before he died, then Tessa would barely be walking.
I sure as hell didn’t want to use the word lucky in this situation, but she was here now.
A shout caught my attention, and I whipped my head around. “What was that?”
“That’s Dante. Shit,” Tessa whispered. “Shift.”
A crashing noise grew closer. It sounded like trees were being uprooted and thrown across the
woods. I swallowed hard. “It takes too long. If I get caught mid-shift…”
I’d be dead.
Behind me, already a wolf, Tessa growled. I moved closer to the fire and watched as trees started
to part.
Suddenly, a wolf flew through the air and landed in the fire. “Nash,” I swore. Grabbing his paws, I
hauled him out of the fire and tried to beat the flames off him. He groaned.
“He’s not dead,” I told Tessa, and hissed as the remaining flames started to burn my palms.
Stripping off my shirt, I beat at him until the flames were gone. The crashing noise grew even
louder.
No other wolves were coming out, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I
desperately wanted to tell Tessa to fall back, but we’d never be able to drag Dante’s wolf with us. If
I left him here, he was a sitting duck.
Suddenly, a wolf broke through the woods. Opening my mouth, I screamed in horror, and it was just enough to stop the wolf from its rampage.
Unfortunately, his attention was all on me.
It was a wolf. Well, it had a wolf’s face and muzzle, and a wolf’s body. Except it was running on two legs and looked to be fifteen feet tall.
It was a monster.
With its attention focused on me, I grabbed a log from the fire and quickly moved to my left. “Hey there, handsome fella,” I said after a quick check, and desperately wished I could unsee the enormous d**k dangling between his legs. “You looking to ask a girl for a dance?”
Opening his mouth, he roared. Tessa moved to stand protectively over Dante. My heart pounded in my chest. Where the hell were Rhyson and the others?
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“I don’t suppose you brought me some flowers? I’m a difficult girl to woo. I want moonlight. Sparkling diamonds. Picnics by serene lakes.”
His mouth curled into a snarl. Shadows shifted behind him. Wolves.
God, I hoped they were our wolves.
“Well? What are you waiting for? I’ve got a long list of suitors. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
He charged, and I waited until the last minute before I jumped to the side and struck him in the
knee with the log. Claws raked against my arm as he fell, but I brought the log up again and hit him
full in the face. Fire singed him, and he roared. Rhyson and Nash jumped him, and I turned my
back.
I returned to the fire, and Tessa was back in human form, looking over Dante. “How is he?”
“A few broken bones and burns that’ll heal in a few hours. Since he’s not awake and telling me what
hurts, I don’t know if there’s anything else.” She glanced up. “Your hands are burned and you’re bleeding. You should shift.”
“In a minute.”
“Not in a minute,” Rhyson snarled from behind me. “Now.”
He sounded weak. I wanted to turn around and check on him, but I just knelt down and started to
shift. When my wolf finally came out, I wanted to bury myself inside of her and hide. Pain. God, I hated pain. Shuddering, I let the magic of the shift start to heal me.
“When you’re human again, you can tell me what the fuck you were thinking,” Rhyson snarled behind me. “Baiting a monster? Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“Rhyson!” Tessa screamed. “Behind you!”
I whipped my head around to see the monster rise and shake off Nash, Duke, and Juniper like they
were gnats. With a roar, he jumped over Rhyson and scooped me up.
Shit.
Before I could blink, he was crashing through the woods with me in his arms, and Rhyson and his
crew were left behind.
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