Hair sprouted from my skin, and bones cracked and rearranged. Locke stood frozen, only backing up when the last crack of my spine was put in place. I shook my deep, rusty fur from side to side, and I padded on my paws across the familiar concrete floor.
Claws clicked on the hard surface as I stared down at my furred body. I had missed this. The animal inside me had been released, all because I had my mate in my den. My second chance, my everything, and I would be sure not to let her go.
My lips curled, snarling at the fae strapped to the chair. His eyes widened in fear as the room full of my brothers backed into the corners. “W-wait! You said a quick death. You said you wouldn’t cause any more pain, please!”
Locke smirked until a wide, mischievous grin fell upon his face. “Brothers, there is hope for us.” He licked his lips. “All you neigh sayers are eating your words now.” He threw his head back with a laugh.
My wolf snapped his head back to the fae—an outlet to let our anger rage. This was only one fae in a horde filled with many like him who preyed upon the weak. My wolf pawed forward, taking a sweet and calculated step toward him.
“Hey, man, please.” He shook. My lips lifted, showing my fangs, until I sunk my teeth into his ankle. Roars of cheers erupted as I shook the fae’s ankle. The yells were so loud, all the sound that left the fae’s mouth fell on deaf ears.
The chair was pushed back, his head hitting the floor. Piece by piece, my wolf mauled each limb. Blood ran down the drain beneath his chair. My fur was drenched in blue blood. It pooled thickly on his chest before I went in for the final blow and snapped the bastard’s neck.
Chapter Fourteen
Journey
Ishiftedintheblankets that enveloped me and opened my eyes and saw the tinkling of light filtered above my head. I stretched and found I was painfully sore from staying in bed for who knew how many days, but my lungs felt much better.
No matter how much I slept and rested, I never seemed to get enough. My body had completely shut down and took the safe haven of this apartment for granted. Which should have been weird that I would let my guard down, but with Grim here, that all seemed to fade away.
He literally nursed me back to health. He fed me and helped me to the bathroom. He was the perfect nurse. Grim was a far cry from looking like the typical nurse. The scruffiness of his beard and his muscular and heavily tattooed arms were quite comical when he dispensed my medicine.
A biker member who could be out drinking, riding, rescuing other women in distress and he was here with me. My heart heated. He picked me out of all the women. Well, I had hoped I was the only woman he cared for. The looks from his friends staring in disbelief confirmed it.
I blinked, looking over the giant fort of blankets and pillows. They were circled around me in a cocoon of softness. I don’t think I had ever been this warm in my entire life. Usually, I was given sheets or nothing at all, and it was a welcome warmth I couldn’t explain. They smelled like a home should—comfort with a hint of pine and the outdoors.
I lifted my head over the padded mountain, I could see Grim in the kitchen. His shirt was off, his hair pulled back in a ponytail. His body was covered in sweat. He wore light colored jeans that hung low on his hips. Grim was obviously not wearing any underwear and my shameful body reacted when it really shouldn’t have.
How could a man be so ruggedly sexy?
Nothing like the suited, clean-cut men I had been with while working. He was something different. He was wild and free. He didn’t look like he was a part of this town, but instead he looked like he belonged in a cabin in the forest. Yet he’d stayed here and made a home out of the dingy apartment that had hardly looked lived in.
I was drawn to him, but my mind’s hesitance told me not to get close. It was still too early to know him, to understand what his friends and his club wanted of me. Surely, they weren’t doing this for the sake of my safety without wanting something in return?
A low growl, one that an animal would make, rang from his side of the room. My head dipped back into the pillows, only letting my eyes wander just above the fluff. It sounded again, and Grim lowered his head and pulled back with a grunt.
I blinked, hearing a slap of something wet hit the counter. My eyes widened. The slap was a piece of raw steak. Grim’s sharp jaw moved up and down, chewing, as blood dripped from his mouth as he moved down the kitchen, grabbing a towel.
He was eating raw meat.
Grim wiped his hands, and I looked at his nails. They looked longer, darker. I continued to blink, rubbing my eyes, watching him stare down at them, only for them to be nude and short.
Do I still have a fever?
I rubbed my head, waiting to feel the heat, but it wasn’t there. Surely, I hadn’t seen what I thought I had?
“Journey?” he asked.
I squeaked, lowering my head back into the pillows only to feel Grim’s presence hover over me.
“Hi.” I waved my hand shyly.
Hell, why should I be shy? The man had almost seen me pee. The man wouldn’t even leave the bathroom, stood at the door with his arms crossed grumbling like I was inconveniencing him because I didn’t want him to watch me pee.
Shy bladder is a thing, and he wasn’t buying it. Luckily, he turned on the sink, and I could go without worrying about slipping a toot.
“Are you hungry?” His eyes flashed with something unrecognizable. The same rushing of a shadow across his eyes.
