Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,248

myself from asking. The anger in me was going to get someone killed by accident, but I just couldn't comprehend such a wound.

One of many.

Yes, I'd dealt with years of torture, but I mentally encouraged myself that there would come a time in my life when it would end. That I would grow old enough to get out of my situation and free myself from captivity.

I couldn't exactly understand why Roberto did what he did, but as I unraveled who I was and my heritage, I knew I'd have the guts to have that conversation with him. But this was different.

This man was an adult, well into his twenties if not thirties, and he was still being treated like a caged animal. This fucking Vile Queen was using everyone else to do her dirty work, allowing people like Felicia to control someone like him.

A wolf of this size and strength, with a heart that held ligaments of compassion to attend to me like I was someone of importance to him was being compelled.

How fucked up is this?

His head lifted up and he howled loudly, enough that it literally shook everything around us. I knew from the sound he wasn't calling for help.

He was warning our enemies he would play around.

We were moving before I could comprehend it, and I moved my hands so I could hold onto an area of his flesh that wasn't battered and healing.

"Loki?! Where are we going?"

He didn't reply, his focus on running fast through the thick snow. It was far darker here, even though it felt like we were extremely high up on this very mountain, but I was fucking thankful for the black suit because it was below freezing temperatures here.

I tried to contact anyone in the pack, but it was like my thoughts were hitting a wall. Even my tunneled connections with my mates weren't doing anything.

"Fuck," I cursed when I realized I didn't have my phone to call Viktor either.

The hairs on my arms suddenly rose up in instinctive warning, and I suddenly ducked in time to avoid a huge mass of black that darted at us from the side.

"What in the fuck?" I cursed and looked to my right to see the oddest shit I'd ever witnessed. The creature was a wolf, or at least had once been a wolf. Its flesh was like melting mud, and the energy coursing around it revealed an intense usage of dark magic.

The creature's eyes were gold like a typical wolf, but they glowed and were so wide and hollow, I wasn't sure there were even eyeballs in their place.

Looking behind me, I noticed two more, and they were just as fast and gruesome as the one that took a shot at me.

"Loki! Mutant wolves at three and six o'clock!"

He howled and ran even faster, speeding up to the point that it felt like he'd blend into a stream of light. I was trying to conjure up a rifle, but my magic was as low as my energy levels. Maybe that's why Loki didn't let me just waltz through this mountain.

I didn't stand a fucking chance.

We entered a thick forest, and when we exited into a clear white patch of snow, they weren't following us.

"Loki! They're gon-AH!" I began but he suddenly jolted to a stop with enough force that it sent me flying forward until I crashed, rolled, and eventually skidded to a stop. The spike of pain immediately told me I broke something - great fucking timing - but it was the howling screams and whimpers that pushed my body into flight-or-fight mode as I scrambled onto my hands and knees.

My eyes locked onto the white wolf, watching the collar shock the living shit out of him. He fought to claw at it as he hissed and cried out, but it kept shocking and shocking.

"LOKI!" I screamed as he whimpered and collapsed onto his side, his body convulsing as the shocks wouldn't fucking stop.

"Fuck!" I cursed and tried to get up, only to scream and fall back because of my right leg. "Really? Fucking hell!" Biting my lip, I muffled my pain and used my other working limbs to drag my ass to him.

My pain was nothing in comparison to whatever hell he was dealing with at this moment, and he'd done his duty of helping me when the one he was forced to serve wished me dead. If it wasn't for my pixie haircut, I would be a dead woman. But it