“This is it!” Vince yells with glee. “There’s no way he survived that!”
Three more wolves lay dead in the circle, and I can see Kit still fighting the other two. One is latched onto his ruff, the other has a firm grip on his haunches. He struggles against them, growling and thrashing as he tries to get free. I can see his fleshbeing torn open, and his blood splattering across the ground as he whips back and forth, trying to get out of their grip.
Suddenly, Kit collapses between them, going completely limp. The other two are so surprised that they let go, and Kit shifts back to his human form, reaching for the nearest wolf and grabbing its head. With a sharp movement of his hands, he snaps the wolf’s neck, then turns on the other.
It lunges at him, locking its jaws around his leg. I see the teeth pierce through his skin, but Kit doesn’t even cry out. He just pulls back his fist and punches down with all his strength, breaking the wolf’s spine.
Kit returns to the center of the circle, glaring at my father. He’s bleeding in several places and badly bruised, but his breathing is slow and purposeful, and his eyes are calm.
Father glares back. Even though I can still see tension in him, there is also triumph.
Kit might be magnificent, but even he can’t fight forever. Sooner or later, they are going to kill him.
Chapter 26 - Kit
I can barely feel my wounds. Blood trickles across my skin, turning cold in the early morning air, but in my veins, it still runs hot.
Breath rushes steadily through my lungs, and my heart pounds with a slow, steady beat. These guys might be vicious, but they really don’t know how to fight.
Cool, calm, and collected. Grandfather taught me you can’t do any real damage with unbridled rage. The only way to hurt people is with a direct purpose.
So far, these wolves are just running blindly at me, expecting their fangs and adrenaline to do the job. It’s only when they come at me as a group that they manage to injure me.
And I’m still kicking their asses.
A low, pathetic whining is still whistling through the teeth of the wolf whose spine I broke. The noise seems to be unsettling the others, so I leave him there, suffering.
I glare at Lex’s father, still not speaking a word. I clench my fists and nod slightly.
I won’t leave this circle until we’re all dead.
I don’t have to live; I only have to stay alive long enough to kill Lexa’s father and her promised husband. The Grace’s Fall pack will immediately retreat and leave Lexa here once their alpha is dead and there is no one to claim her.
Lexa will find her way back, and her friends will care for her. She’ll be fine. All I have to do is kill that fucking bastard!
I let my eyes flick over to where the ugly younger guy is holding my woman. The second he meets my gaze, he feels herup, grinning as he puts his hand under the jacket to squeeze her breasts. Rage burns through me, making my vision waver.
"Careful, careful… anger clouds the mind. “Never hurt people accidentally. Do it on purpose.”
To some people, that line might mean mercy, but to sadists like my grandfather, it means you can cause much more pain when you are calm and collected.
Lexa’s father whistles again, and seven more wolves come from the trees.
They don’t rush in, though. Every wolf here has to be feeling at least a bit scared now after watching so many of their friends get slaughtered. I stay still, carefully monitoring their position as they stalk towards me.
They coordinate their moves well, and three come at me from the front while four circle from behind. I drop and roll, but they sail over me and twist back around, all of them fanning out in a half-circle as they stalk me again.
Shit… they knew I was trying to make them crash into each other. This is going to be a bit tougher.
Even though it will make me vulnerable for a few seconds, I shift back into my wolf form. I have to drop and roll the second I change forms, as all seven of them try to latch on while I can’t defend myself. I barely make it out of the kill ring and back away from them, trying to plan my next move.
They flank me, two coming at me from either side while three spread out in front. The circle closes behind me, and I know I’m trapped.
Growling, I plant my paws, letting my hackles rise.
Come on, then.
Two wolves from either side leap, as well as one from the front. I try to dodge, but all of them anticipate and come down on top of me. They hold me down as the others dart in, biting and clawing. I feel my skin being ripped apart in dozens of small wounds, and a howl of pain spirals out of my throat.
