no one is looking, you’re dead.
Chaos was gonna die. He should’ve died instantly. Leer definitely should’ve killed him, because once you best the alpha, it’s better for him to die than come back for revenge. But Chaos appealed to Leer’s more human side. He said simply, “Let me live.”
Leer grumbled, “I don’t think so.”
“I‘ll take Tee and go.”
So I’d been wrong. He did think of it! I can only imagine what it took for him to say those words.
She yelped.
Leer’s gaze shifted. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw me on top of Tee. My eyes were flashing. I was fighting the urge to rip. By the second, it was getting harder.
I really was trying to figure out how to let go and not get killed. Sense was returning?
Leer said, “Finish her.”
I looked down at Tee. Tears were pooling in her eyes. I almost felt sympathy.
The sense of Chaos’s words--that they’d go away--started to sink in…seemed almost reasonable.
And then her glaring white fangs flashed. She was begging, “Please.” But I knew when I saw them--that they would be the death of me--if I let her up.
I didn’t want to die. Not when I’d finally found someone to be with. My gaze shifted to Leer.
“Do it,” he said.
I closed my eyes and pulled back with a jerk, stripping her main artery from her throat. Blood went everywhere. She clawed for only a second.
Blood spattered, I bared my teeth and growled at the circle around me. The silence only lasted a second. The scent of fresh blood put them all into bloodlust. I mean, there had been blood before, but there’s a different smell that permeates the air when something dies in a fight.
They rose up at one another. They tossed and rolled.
And danced.
Leer, I think, might have let Chaos up at that point. He said that he wanted to come to me. It all happened so fast. But Chaos rose up in fury, getting a second wind or something, and Leer was sorry for turning his back. I’m telling you, if there’s one lesson to learn, that’s probably it. Never turn your back on a wolf.
I think that’s when it all came home to me. I had killed a female. No one else was stepping up. Leer and Chaos were battling for alpha position. And I was the prize.
I didn’t want Chaos to win. When that thought came back to my brain, I turned my attentions to them. I tried to see which was which. They looked so much alike. It was hard to tell in the rolling, gnashing, quarrel.
But then I spotted the claw marks on Leer’s side. By their battle wounds, I could tell them apart.
I didn’t know the rules of wolf war. I didn’t know that I was supposed to sit back and let them work it out. All I knew was--I wanted Leer to win.
Obviously, I could have jumped in. That would have turned the tide of power. But that would have made Leer look like he needed a woman’s help. Not exactly a great start to being the leader of the pack.
It’s not like I took the time to think through the possibilities of what would be politically correct. And it wasn’t like I was thinking a whole lot that night at all. But, as I watched the scuffling, I thought --why does this turn me on?
You have to know, there was not a clothed person or wolf in the room at this time. Most clothes get shredded, just like the Incredible Hulk, when they go into shifting. Or they strip when they know they’re going to. Chaos had on some shreds.
There’s a sense of nudity isn’t noticed . You don’t care. Modesty be damned. Instinct rules.
I rose up and started taking my pants off.
I guess that was a big tease to those who had their eye on me. I didn’t do it for entertainment purposes. I was feeling confined.
And something in me--knew--that taking my clothes off would set me free. I peeled them down,
Chaos was gonna die. He should’ve died instantly. Leer definitely should’ve killed him, because once you best the alpha, it’s better for him to die than come back for revenge. But Chaos appealed to Leer’s more human side. He said simply, “Let me live.”
Leer grumbled, “I don’t think so.”
“I‘ll take Tee and go.”
So I’d been wrong. He did think of it! I can only imagine what it took for him to say those words.
She yelped.
Leer’s gaze shifted. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw me on top of Tee. My eyes were flashing. I was fighting the urge to rip. By the second, it was getting harder.
I really was trying to figure out how to let go and not get killed. Sense was returning?
Leer said, “Finish her.”
I looked down at Tee. Tears were pooling in her eyes. I almost felt sympathy.
The sense of Chaos’s words--that they’d go away--started to sink in…seemed almost reasonable.
And then her glaring white fangs flashed. She was begging, “Please.” But I knew when I saw them--that they would be the death of me--if I let her up.
I didn’t want to die. Not when I’d finally found someone to be with. My gaze shifted to Leer.
“Do it,” he said.
I closed my eyes and pulled back with a jerk, stripping her main artery from her throat. Blood went everywhere. She clawed for only a second.
Blood spattered, I bared my teeth and growled at the circle around me. The silence only lasted a second. The scent of fresh blood put them all into bloodlust. I mean, there had been blood before, but there’s a different smell that permeates the air when something dies in a fight.
They rose up at one another. They tossed and rolled.
And danced.
Leer, I think, might have let Chaos up at that point. He said that he wanted to come to me. It all happened so fast. But Chaos rose up in fury, getting a second wind or something, and Leer was sorry for turning his back. I’m telling you, if there’s one lesson to learn, that’s probably it. Never turn your back on a wolf.
I think that’s when it all came home to me. I had killed a female. No one else was stepping up. Leer and Chaos were battling for alpha position. And I was the prize.
I didn’t want Chaos to win. When that thought came back to my brain, I turned my attentions to them. I tried to see which was which. They looked so much alike. It was hard to tell in the rolling, gnashing, quarrel.
But then I spotted the claw marks on Leer’s side. By their battle wounds, I could tell them apart.
I didn’t know the rules of wolf war. I didn’t know that I was supposed to sit back and let them work it out. All I knew was--I wanted Leer to win.
Obviously, I could have jumped in. That would have turned the tide of power. But that would have made Leer look like he needed a woman’s help. Not exactly a great start to being the leader of the pack.
It’s not like I took the time to think through the possibilities of what would be politically correct. And it wasn’t like I was thinking a whole lot that night at all. But, as I watched the scuffling, I thought --why does this turn me on?
You have to know, there was not a clothed person or wolf in the room at this time. Most clothes get shredded, just like the Incredible Hulk, when they go into shifting. Or they strip when they know they’re going to. Chaos had on some shreds.
There’s a sense of nudity isn’t noticed . You don’t care. Modesty be damned. Instinct rules.
I rose up and started taking my pants off.
I guess that was a big tease to those who had their eye on me. I didn’t do it for entertainment purposes. I was feeling confined.
And something in me--knew--that taking my clothes off would set me free. I peeled them down,
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