POV Fenrir Dineşti
I lowered my nose along the side of her face, neck, and chest. His scent was on her breast, I continued my search, feeling the scent fade in a place that absolutely no one, except me, should touch.
some way
When I stood up, I knew my eyes weren’t blue er silver; they were taken over by gold. My wolf was offended, feeling that it had been violated in some
“Where is he?” I asked
She kept crying, nonstop, sobbing, I could feel her pain. It wasn’t physical; it was a raw, deep, emotional pain. Savannah was mourning Ruda’s death.
“He ran away,” she said between sobs. “He ran as soon as you arrived and killed the other one.
I picked her up, lifting her off the ground, Savannah was so sensitive that she didn’t resist, which she normally would
uld have. She clung to my neck and hid her head against my chest.
1 spun with her, turning toward Anton and Andrei, who were watching the scene, disturbed.
Andrei was trying to comfort his sister, while Anton stared at Roda’s body, too afraid to hold the pup. I approached him and extended Savannah toward him.
“Hold her,” I ordered. He looked at me, hesitating. He could feel my wolf lurking, dominating, and he knew this could only mean one thing: chaos. “I’ll go after the bastard who ran.”
Anton knew the she–wolf belonged to me, that she had been part of me since we mated, just as he knew how territorial we males were with our females. Hence the fear and doubt about holding her.
He finally gave in and held Savannah, who settled onto his lap without protest, too focused on her mourning and her pain.
“Andrei, come with me!” I shouted the command.
I raised my face and sniffed the air, sensing his scent miles away, moving farther and farther. I began to run, letting my wolf take over my body and command everything that was about to happen.
It wasn’t hard to find him, even though he was far from the borders of my territory; he was present in the forest where I had grown up. After three hundred years, I knew every tree, every little stretch of land.
He was running in desperation, never stopping, never looking back. I leaped through the air onto his back, throwing him to the ground.
“Let me go, damn it!” he screamed, trying to wriggle free from my grip.
I stood up, pulling him with me, and held him by the neck, turning him to face me. His eyes trembled as they locked onto mine.
“I’m sorry, I was just following orders. I need to take the girl to my alpha, or he’ll kill me,” he stammered. “Others will come, more and more. He won’t rest until he gets her back.”
I inhaled, smelling Ruda’s scent on him, as well as Savannah’s
I tilted my head, studying him.
“I’m
going to dismember you,” I gr
He was
prowled
was slightly different from the other wolves that came before. He had more muscles, seemed smarter, and more skilled.
Hunter was sending trained men. There were two sides to this. One of them made Hunter a hit smarter than I thought he would be. The other, however, made me even angrier and planned a slow and painful death for him.
“I swear I’ll never set foot in your territory again, if you let me go,” he pleaded, casting a glance at Andrel over my shoulder. “I can go back and tell Hunter that Savannah is dead. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you leave me alive.”
A smile lifted my lips. I pushed him away, releasing him. Andrei circled around, stopping behind the intruder. He looked around, desperation screaming. I took pleasure in tormenting him with fear. I released pheromones, forcing him to kneel before me. The fear intensified, turning into terror.
This was what I wanted, for him to feel what he had made Savannah, Ruda, and Alexandra feel.
“Please,” he insisted, collapsing to his knees in front of me.
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I grabbed his hands with mine, placing palms over palms, and forced them backward. He screamed, growling, showing his fangs.
“There’s something about wolves that you don’t know or ignore.“1 murmured, pushing his hands a little more.
I could hear the faint crack of bones breaking.
