Rabid (Kingdom of Wolves #6) - Ivy Asher Page 0,133

us, blood splattered across his face and eyes, reveling in the pain he’s causing and the control he has over us.

We claw at him, but our paws aren’t capable of peeling his fingers from around our neck. Our most lethal weapon, our teeth, are at this monster’s mercy. If we stay a wolf, we’re going to die, but if we shift back into my body, we’re even more defenseless.

Rabid rage beats through our body as we wiggle and thrash, doing everything we can to break Conrad’s hold, but nothing works. We fight against succumbing to the panic and fear trying to pull us under as black spots start to taint our fractured vision. My wolf and I both stare out of the same eyes at the ruthless beta who’s trying to kill us. I wonder how many vulnerable wolves are out there with this face haunting their nightmares, and just like that, a strange calm washes over us.

I scream inside, because I know my mate won’t get here in time. We’ve already been out of breath for too long, and Tyran is too far away. I stare into hate-filled, murky green eyes and scream at myself that this is not how it ends.

My wolf and I were forged from violence and survival. So much so that we fractured ourselves to become what we needed in order to survive. And that’s when it hits me. I know what to do.

I call on my wolf, begging her to pull back and to let me through. It’s not a shift that I’m after though. The shattered pieces of our souls come together, the thin veil separating our jagged halves making a new joining possible. I wind myself around my wolf’s essence, feeding everything I am into her, while demanding everything she is in return. I feel her give in to what I’m trying to do, morphing us into an in-between state where we’re neither wolf nor person, but both at the same time.

Like our cursed Lycan cousins, my body twists and breaks to make room for something new, something we shouldn’t be able to do. Both wolf and woman, possessing the same body at exactly the same time, just like we can do with our eyes. Our fractured pieces coalesce into something so much more.

Our limbs and torso elongate, our paws stretching into savagely sharp claw-tipped fingers. Our face morphs, and we see a flash of uncertainty, a flicker of fear, blaze through Conrad’s eyes. That’s the only reaction he has time for.

My wolf and I use every ounce of strength we possess in our new form to shove a hand straight into the bastard’s chest.

Bones shatter with the impact, and our claws pierce the vital organ keeping this cruel, lecherous piece of shit alive. We stare into his eyes mercilessly, death drenching our gaze, as the red veil of rage we normally see through darkens to black.

The grip around our throat weakens just a second before Conrad crumples to the ground, the last of the air in his lungs bursting out of him like it too can’t wait to abandon this monster. Gore drips from my hand and arm as I tip my head back and roar out my victory.

A car engine starts, and I snap my head in the direction of the van that’s peeling away. I see Burke in the driver’s seat as he cuts the wheel, desperate for escape, running over his own pack members in the process as he charges through the melee. I snarl in outrage and charge after him, refusing to let him get away and not have to answer for his crimes, for everything he’s done over the past three years. My wolf and I sprint, giving it everything we have, our legs pumping, our breaths heaving.

With elongated strides, we catch up with the back bumper.

Then, we’re even with the rear wheel.

Our glowing eyes reflect in the back window.

Driving ourselves even harder, we come up even with the driver’s side.

Our lungs pull in great gulps of air, our body primed to hunt and kill the alpha who’s haunted our waking steps from the minute my wolf and I became one. Terrified black eyes jump from the road in front of him to where I’m running alongside the van. Burke screams and yells for the van to go faster, and violent satisfaction fills me as the smell of his fear makes our blood sing.

A howl erupts from behind me, and I can feel Tyran’s worry and