Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,9

I will rip their souls from their bodies and eat them alive. My dragon agrees, opening my mouth wide in warning, the darkness contained within me flows from my mouth, seeking a soul to eat.

The tug happens again and this time I follow it. Shuffling to the edge of my cave I release my wings, and bellow out a roar as I jump from the top of the mountain, soaring through the air. After being cooped up for decades in my cave, the feel of the wind beneath my wings is freeing. Soon, I find my rhythm of flying again, my wings beat through the air as I follow the call. Trees and land whiz by beneath me, but I pay it no mind, I have no inclination to explore this new world. My only focus is getting to her.

The Devourer, The Soul Eater, The Monster of Nightmares once again soars through the skies on a hunt.

The human cums with a disgusting sound that makes me crinkle my nose, he sounds like a cow. He pushes the girl away as he slumps back against the brick wall. She falls back, slamming her barely covered ass onto the cold, wet concrete. Her dress has been ripped down the front to show her still young tits. Her cheeks are red with embarrassment, and even from here I can see the tears gathering in her eyes. She rights her dress and stands up on those ridiculous heels, teetering from side to side. The man doesn't even bother catching her, instead, he taps white powder onto his hand and snorts it back, his eyes closing as he shakes in bliss. Sighing, he drops his head back and narrows his eyes once he finds the girl shaking in the cold.

“Why the fuck are you still here?” he demands, and I roll my eyes.

I can’t wait for this job to be over, these fucking humans are the scum of the Earth. They call us monsters, evil, but I have seen more evil while watching them in the last week than ever before.

They care for nothing and no one. Trafficking their own people, hurting children. Stealing innocents and corrupting their own land. At least us monsters are honest. We kill, we hunt, and we fuck, but we never try to hide that. Most of us would never hurt a child and our women are protected. Not used and tossed aside like this young one standing in the shady alley behind a nightclub, cum running from her mouth and tears streaming down her face. I should feel sorry for her, and I guess some part of me does. The part that still retains some semblance of normalcy, but I’m too far gone to care enough to stop it. She made her own choice, she has to live with that.

Some call me a monster, others call me a freak. Something that was never meant to exist, even amongst monsters, I am unwelcome. Fuck them, they still come to me when they need something done. They ask me to do their dirty work, relying on my skills and lack of a moral compass.

Something pushes at my shield, making me frown, and I look around at the dark damp rooftop I’m perched on that overlooks the alley. Below, the human tucks in his now flaccid cock and downs his drink. The tug comes again. Frowning, I let my shielding down, only to be forced to grab onto the ledge as I gasp. No. Fuck no.

But it's too late, the call wraps around me, tugging at me, begging for me to help. The pain and agony becoming my own as I gasp through it, fighting the need to find her. No, not fucking now. Not fucking ever. It's like cutting my own soul but I push away the call, slamming my shields tightly in place. I can't afford to be distracted, not now. This job is important and if I don't complete it, the council won't hesitate to kill me, I will have outlived my purpose.

I still feel it circling me, looking for a way to penetrate my control. Gritting my teeth, I look back at the alley and swear, just as I see the human slip back into the club. Fuck, I missed my chance and all because of her.

My wings shoot out behind me, I know no one can see them, the darkness of them blending into the night as I swoop down on feathery wings into the now empty