Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,17
with a jewel collar and sheer shirt. I need a shower, but that will have to wait. Time to work.
Plan Kill the Bastard is underway.
Smashing through the forest, I let my roar warn other predators of my approach and to get out of my way, I don’t have the patience to fuck around with anyone today. My nose ring jangles as I charge and I manage to cover five miles in about ten minutes. Lingering on the outskirts of the little village, I force the change back into my human form and stand there naked, watching.
Tilting my head back, I suck in a breath and roar when I smell witches. The cloying stink of their tainted magic swirls through my nose. My eyes focus on a woman walking into a cottage away from the rest of the village. She smells like the enemy and the truck sitting outside gives me the excuse I need. Striding through the night, I reach her cottage and kick down the door.
The woman turns, already whispering under her breath as an ice ball hits where I just was. Speeding through the room with a roar, I ram into her before she can finish her incantations. Slamming her into the wall, I pin her there, allowing the change to come over me slowly. I see the anger drain from her eyes, replaced with terror, as she realises who I am.
“No, we trapped you,” she whispers, her voice shaking. I throw back my head and roar before lowering it slowly, huffing into her face.
“Not anymore.” Pushing forward, I impale her on my horns and twist, ripping her insides as she screams. It serves her right, they all need to pay for what they did to me...what they did to all of us. Traitors. Killers. Violators. The words run through my head as I shred her to pieces. When my anger retreats and she is nothing but a bloody mess on the floor, I change back and step away.
I shower here, washing away the blood before searching the house, and finding a stash of her partner’s clothes. They are a bit tight but they will do. I grab the car keys and her money on the way out, and slip inside her truck.
Flipping open her phone, I dial the number I was once told a long time ago. It rings through straight away. “Carmichael, your pain is our pleasure,” comes a deep voice, rumbling over the speaker as I pull away from the house.
“You once told me you owed me a favour, Mike.” I keep my eyes on the road and grin when there is a deep inhale over the speaker.
“Well fuck, I thought they killed your crazy ass.” Carmichael laughs, making me huff.
“They couldn't even if they wanted to, I am calling in my favour,” I point out, speeding up, the tug becoming more demanding.
“Of course, the outcasts are at your service,” he answers immediately. I knew there was a reason I didn't kill him all those years ago, bloody slimy vampire.
“I need a plane and I need one now. I have the mate call and she is in danger,” I grit out, even saying the words seems like treason. A minotaur with a mate? They will kill us both. Gripping the wheel tighter, I try to ignore the tension running through my body at being away from her.
“It will be done.” I hear him talking to someone in the background before he types on the computer. I don’t bother filling the silence. “Got your location, head north to an old abandoned airstrip called Reinlor, my men will meet you there. And Dume? Congratulations, no monster deserves it more,” he replies honestly.
I end the call and concentrate on the road, imagining what my mate might look like, not that I really care as long as she is fierce.
A warrior, like me. I hope she is, or we have no chance of surviving this world.
Warrior, kneel. The voice floats in my mind and I throw both swords into the sand, kneeling so low my horns ram into the floor, my golden armor shining in the light, even covered in blood as it is.
I hear the crowd roar, stomping their feet at the bloodshed held for their amusement. I am the best, The Beast of Cornacadia. The queen's own personal monster, one created just for her. Even as they worship me, they fear me. I can smell it on the air, feel it in my bones. They flinch when