Rabid (Kingdom of Wolves #6) - Ivy Asher Page 0,28
it.
It’s as though she’s lost to the bloodlust, broken with her need to destroy this male wolf and anyone else who would think to harm us. Her furor is a sight to behold, a visceral feeling pumping through our veins. It makes me feel both unhinged and unstoppable. It doesn’t matter what injuries Burke inflicts, my wolf isn’t stopping until the ground is bathed in his blood and his throat’s been torn open, his life crushed between her teeth.
Together, we are not timid. We are not submissive. We are not omega. And we will not let him claim us.
My wolf surges with a strength that matches Burke’s, flooding our spirits with vicious enmity. He will take his last breath with us standing victoriously over his body, and then he’ll know he should have never fucked with me.
Burke tries to throw my wolf off-balance, but she clamps onto his ear for his efforts. He yelps and yanks his head away, leaving part of his ear in her mouth. She spits it out, just as he raises his head and lets out a deafening howl.
Outrage courses through us. My wolf is furious by this weak alpha’s call for help, at his inability to face her, and then even more disgusted when Burke tries to turn away and run.
Fucking coward.
She pounces on him, clamping onto the back of his neck in an unforgiving bite. Her hind paws do their best to shred the skin and muscle of his back, loin, and flanks, while her forepaws dig into his shoulders and withers. When he yelps, she sinks her teeth deeper and deeper into his neck. It’s not a killing bite, but it’s a good hold, and he’s tiring. The sharp scent of fear has entered these woods, and it doesn’t belong to us.
But before she can maneuver into a killing blow, the distinct sound of our pack members on both paws and feet are rushing our way. My wolf snarls and shakes Burke by the back of the neck, and he growls, trying to throw us off of him. It doesn’t work. Wrath pumps through our veins, and my wolf is pissed that dishonorable mongrels are running to stop a fight their alpha started. Where the hell were they when this piece of shit dragged me off and tried to rape me?
I know I’ll be outnumbered soon, and maybe a normal wolf would run, but my wolf doesn’t feel normal, and she has no intention of giving up this fight.
Burke rolls us into a tree, and even though it hurts her, she refuses to let go. It’s like the pain parts of her mind are shut off, because all she can focus on is the kill. Wolves howl in the distance, closing in on us, and she tries to muscle Burke into a better position so she can kill him before they arrive. He fights her, but inch by inch, she’s getting closer to the upper hand, and the whimper he releases says he knows it.
Need for his blood surges through us as she gets closer to that sweet spot of his throat. But there’s an odd pop that echoes around the forest all around us, and then something pierces my flank. She ignores the stinging sensation, keeping her focus on Burke’s wolf as paws run for us. She lets out a snarl with a mouthful of fur, muscles tensing in preparation to be attacked, just as another wolf hurtles into view.
The mongrel is smaller than Burke’s animal with a light gray coat and hints of red around his muzzle. Recognition fires through me, and my wolf releases Burke’s throat at the last second as Seamus barrels into her. She turns and sinks her canines into his shoulder, forcing him back into a tree, overpowering him so easily that it sends a shockwave through me.
He throws his head back to yelp in pain, and she pounces on the opportunity. Salty blood tries to drown me as she tears into him. Seamus doesn’t even have time to yip and squeal in pain before she rips the front of his throat from his body.
Just like that, he’s dead.
She drops the meat of his neck and then picks up his body, tossing it away like the garbage it is. She turns to find Burke again. He’s hurt and unmoving, but the second she takes a step, she stumbles. My beast’s body is suddenly heavy and uncoordinated, and she shakes her head to clear the daze filling our