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type to back down from a fight. Instead, men and women, friends and enemies, canine, feline or other,
joined in the melee. This was no regular bar brawl, either. Everyone here meant business, making it a real
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fight to the death. I hadn t thought a royal uprising among wolves could be solved with polite discussion
and treaty signing, but I also hadn t expected this level of violence to arise so quickly. The sickening sound
of ripping flesh echoed through the room as limbs were torn from bodies. Once the smell of blood was in
the air the madness really began.
People moved backwards from Lucas and Marcus in a wave, tumbling over one another and
launching into attacks wherever they fell. When the floor had cleared around them, the two men stood
facing each other. Lucas was rigid, his expression so pained I knew he still hoped for this to end without
him fighting.
Desmond snarled as he yanked a man to the ground mid-attack, sending the inert body sliding over
the slick marble floor. I doubted nonviolent confrontation was in the cards anymore.
Marcus. Lucas s voice sounded tired, but there was an angry undertone that gave me a chill. I ve
known you my whole life. My father trusted you. Please don t do this.
Dominick looked ready to jump in at any moment, but Desmond hadn t budged from my side. The
power radiating off him made my skin tingle. We all watched Marcus to see what he would do.
The alpha of Albany swung his fist, connecting with the wolf king s cheek. The meaty smacking
sound of flesh meeting knuckle was amplified above the rest of the melee. I d never heard a punch sound
so loud.
I moved, but Desmond was quick, pulling me back to him and crushing me against his chest.
No, he growled. The word reverberated through my whole body.
Lucas hadn t budged. His face showed no change from the hit. Marcus flexed his hand and lunged
again, but this time Lucas responded in kind, leaping into the attack. Their two bodies met midair with a
crash of bone and skin. They snapped at each other like wild animals.
A seething mass of warm bodies crushed together like a sea of skin washing towards us. I held tightly
to Desmond, trying to ignore the scent of blood the best I could. My fangs were extended, but I couldn t
help that. I was a predator, and in times of elevated emotion, especially in the presence of blood, I could not
force false humanity over my basic urges. I wanted to keep those urges in check, but when one of Marcus s
guards came within arm s reach, I decided in the current situation it might be best to put my natural
abilities to good use. Desmond was sucked backwards by the crowd, and I took the opportunity to make my
attack. Throwing myself at the guard who was at least twice my size, I sank my teeth into his throat before
he knew I had landed on him.
Going for the jugular was a concept both of my monsters understood and an urge I never allowed
myself to indulge in outside of a fight. Thanks to the fact I did not feed on humans, and most of the
monsters I hunted were vampires and therefore not a feeding option, I couldn t remember the last time I d
had my teeth gums-deep in a living neck. But this was a fight and people I cared about were at risk. I didn t
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think about the repercussions of giving into my own bloodlust. I had to use whatever skills I had in my
power to help Lucas win this fight.
My fingers dug into his cheek with such ferocity that suddenly there was no resistance except for the
wall of his teeth, and I knew my nails had burrowed right through the skin. It was my last coherent thought.
I broke the flesh on his neck as easily as biting into a ripe apple. Sucking the waiting artery into my
mouth, I ripped it open. I might not eat this way normally, but it wasn t because I didn t know how. Every
predator knows the way to kill. Death is a part of who we are. By repressing this side of me I had long been
denying a core part of what I was. With an open artery in my mouth, it was impossible to deny that
something in me loved this. The guard s blood poured down my throat, and he stopped trying to fight me
off.
I drank and drank, the empty well of hunger inside me filling up and running over. I felt full, satisfied
and strong. I felt incredible, indestructible. Everything in the room sounded and smelled clearer. I could
hear the individual curses and threats of everyone else fighting. I heard Genevieve, her lilting contralto
voice never rising with alarm when she warded off an assault. The guard and I landed on the floor once
he d lost the ability to stand. I hadn t noticed falling.
Someone ripped me off the dead werewolf, and I kicked the fallen body hard. I flailed and tried to pull
free of the hands on me. Firm fingers pressed hard against my throat, and panic set in as I realized for
certain this was not someone who intended to help me. I thrashed wildly, throwing my elbows backwards
and kicking my feet in hopes of connecting with my attacker s groin, assuming he must be a male.
The fingers on my captor s hand began to shift and alter themselves until they were at the grisly
halfway point between wolf and human. I d heard some wolves had the ability to selectively shift with no
full moon, but I d never seen it in action. I would have taken more time to be impressed, but the claws dug
into the skin of my neck.
I could taste blood in my mouth again and was hyperaware that it was my own. As I gasped for air,
my throat made an open sucking noise that wasn t a sign of anything good. I couldn t fight back, not from
this position and not with a hole ripped in my neck. I went limp and let my breathing stop. My head sagged
to the side like a rag doll. I was hoping the idiot would think he d nicked something vital and would move
on. The ploy was rewarded when he dropped my would-be corpse to the floor.
All the noise around me was silenced by the serene white noise of healing. I was in a self-induced
oblivion where nothing mattered but getting better.
My cheek rested in a puddle of sticky, coagulated blood so thick, when a huff of breath escaped my
lips it made no impression on the rusty red pool. From where I lay, I could see the carnage of the battle
littered across the floor. Discarded high heels and shredded clothing were scattered amid the lost flesh and
fallen bodies. The once-black marble was now a dimly lit skating rink of gore. I was nose to nose with the
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man I d killed moments earlier. I regretted not getting a look at whoever had attacked me so I could make
them pay.
I felt the sharp, painful process of my skin knitting itself back together to make my neck whole.
Strong hands landed on me and I almost lashed out to attack, until I registered that the blood in my
mouth my blood tasted like limes.
The hollow silence slipped away, and now the din was overwhelming. Screaming and crashes, the
sounds of battle. Desmond took me away from the body on the ground, and I heard Lucas yell, Get her out
of here! before he was swallowed up by the crowd.
Dominick small, blond and unassuming snagged a man twice his size off Lucas and threw him
across the room.
There was blood everywhere and on everyone, so I knew seeing the whole front of me soaked in it
wouldn t alarm anyone. With all the blood and body parts flying, I no longer knew who was on our side or
who was winning the battle.
Shoving me roughly from behind, Desmond ushered me towards a now-unguarded door.
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