Weren’t witches supposed to be in tune with their surroundings? She smelled like she’d walked out of some kind of factory.
Carrie called the shift on herself before she could change her mind. In two seconds, the white light had transformed her into her wolf. Before Drea could react, Carrie had her paw out of the cage and digging into the woman’s neck.
The witch screamed, blood streaming down her neck. She hadn’t nicked an artery.
I want to kill her .
Carrie nodded at her wolf. I know, but if we kill her Kendrick might take it badly.
Drea darted backward, a scream to wake the dead filling the room. Kendrick burst through the door. In one second, he’d assessed the situation and his wolf appeared in his eyes.
Sick wolf . Her wolf sneered. Notice how his eyes aren’t all wolf anymore? He lost that when he lost Westervelt . He should be put down .
Believe me, I want to . Her mouth watered at the thought.
In the corner, Drea uttered an incantation that Carrie figured had to be a healing spell of some kind. That suited her just fine. She didn’t want the woman dead, or Drea would have died. It had seemed important that they all remember Carrie had claws and knew how to use them.
Kendrick knelt down next to Drea and kissed the side of her face. When he stood up, he had some of her blood on him. Carrie shifted back. As she leaned against the back of the cage, she stared at the red gobs on Kendrick’s face. He made no move to lick the remains off himself or to even wipe it off with his sleeve.
“You’ve got a little something.” She pointed to her cheek. “Right there.”
“I’ve been gentle with you.” He banged the cage doors like she had turned into a zoo animal and he wanted to punish her with the sound. “And you attack my mate?”
“Your mate?” she snarled. “You killed her. Back at Westervelt. This abomination of a woman is nothing but a pathetic hanger-on to whatever power-hungry nonsense you’ve cooked up.” She hoped the asshole she wanted to end that sentence with could be implied.
“I was going to leave you alone. But now I’m going to make you work for your food. If you want to eat, to not die or be tortured, you’re going to do whatever I want you to do whenever I want it.”
“Not. Frickin’. Likely.”
Kendrick growled before he opened the cage. With a hard yank he pulled her out into the room. She clawed at him. Gabriel wanted her to live, and she never wanted to be responsible for his death, but she didn’t know if she could continue on another day. He had the strength to endure. She obviously did not.
“Actually, this is fortuitous.” Kendrick acted as if her struggles meant nothing to him. He’d always been strong. “I need an assistant. You see, I have this idea. I’m making myself an army. Well, Claudius, Drea, and I are doing it together. You can help.”
“I’d rather die.” She would never help him do anything that might place Westervelt in danger. Even if her pack didn’t remember her, she would never forget them.
“That’s not an option. One way or another you stay alive. That doesn’t, however, mean you have to ever be comfortable again.”
She kicked him hard in the shins as he dragged her down a long hallway. Two lights flickered above her head and her eyes hurt from looking at them. “Keeping me in a cage is your idea of comfort?”
Take a deep breath. We don’t want him to lose control because of our rudeness. His wolf isn’t well. He’s got very little control .
That’s exactly what I want. Let him kill me . She heard the weakness in her voice and it made her wince. Or let him kill me .
Think of Gabriel .
Carrie closed her eyes. This isn’t supposed to be how it goes. Dying in battle is heroic. We train for it. Legends are born from these tales. And yet I’m expected to do nothing .
Endurance requires a different kind of bravery. It’s not glorious or easy. Our mate asked us to survive. How can we do any less than that?
Carrie
Carrie called the shift on herself before she could change her mind. In two seconds, the white light had transformed her into her wolf. Before Drea could react, Carrie had her paw out of the cage and digging into the woman’s neck.
The witch screamed, blood streaming down her neck. She hadn’t nicked an artery.
I want to kill her .
Carrie nodded at her wolf. I know, but if we kill her Kendrick might take it badly.
Drea darted backward, a scream to wake the dead filling the room. Kendrick burst through the door. In one second, he’d assessed the situation and his wolf appeared in his eyes.
Sick wolf . Her wolf sneered. Notice how his eyes aren’t all wolf anymore? He lost that when he lost Westervelt . He should be put down .
Believe me, I want to . Her mouth watered at the thought.
In the corner, Drea uttered an incantation that Carrie figured had to be a healing spell of some kind. That suited her just fine. She didn’t want the woman dead, or Drea would have died. It had seemed important that they all remember Carrie had claws and knew how to use them.
Kendrick knelt down next to Drea and kissed the side of her face. When he stood up, he had some of her blood on him. Carrie shifted back. As she leaned against the back of the cage, she stared at the red gobs on Kendrick’s face. He made no move to lick the remains off himself or to even wipe it off with his sleeve.
“You’ve got a little something.” She pointed to her cheek. “Right there.”
“I’ve been gentle with you.” He banged the cage doors like she had turned into a zoo animal and he wanted to punish her with the sound. “And you attack my mate?”
“Your mate?” she snarled. “You killed her. Back at Westervelt. This abomination of a woman is nothing but a pathetic hanger-on to whatever power-hungry nonsense you’ve cooked up.” She hoped the asshole she wanted to end that sentence with could be implied.
“I was going to leave you alone. But now I’m going to make you work for your food. If you want to eat, to not die or be tortured, you’re going to do whatever I want you to do whenever I want it.”
“Not. Frickin’. Likely.”
Kendrick growled before he opened the cage. With a hard yank he pulled her out into the room. She clawed at him. Gabriel wanted her to live, and she never wanted to be responsible for his death, but she didn’t know if she could continue on another day. He had the strength to endure. She obviously did not.
“Actually, this is fortuitous.” Kendrick acted as if her struggles meant nothing to him. He’d always been strong. “I need an assistant. You see, I have this idea. I’m making myself an army. Well, Claudius, Drea, and I are doing it together. You can help.”
“I’d rather die.” She would never help him do anything that might place Westervelt in danger. Even if her pack didn’t remember her, she would never forget them.
“That’s not an option. One way or another you stay alive. That doesn’t, however, mean you have to ever be comfortable again.”
She kicked him hard in the shins as he dragged her down a long hallway. Two lights flickered above her head and her eyes hurt from looking at them. “Keeping me in a cage is your idea of comfort?”
Take a deep breath. We don’t want him to lose control because of our rudeness. His wolf isn’t well. He’s got very little control .
That’s exactly what I want. Let him kill me . She heard the weakness in her voice and it made her wince. Or let him kill me .
Think of Gabriel .
Carrie closed her eyes. This isn’t supposed to be how it goes. Dying in battle is heroic. We train for it. Legends are born from these tales. And yet I’m expected to do nothing .
Endurance requires a different kind of bravery. It’s not glorious or easy. Our mate asked us to survive. How can we do any less than that?
Carrie
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