A
woman yelling now…screaming Ben’s name.
Shadoe!
With a furious roar,
Benjamin tore out of the house, Malachi moving in his wake like
a silent wave of death.
The tableau before them was
horrifying, Shadoe pinned to the ground by two men, a woman
crawling all over her supine body, and Marcus standing against a
tree, laughing as she screamed out in fury, blistering curses
turning the air blue all around them.
“You’re so much more…feisty
than you used to be. I’m going to enjoy breaking you,” Marcus
announced.
A growl rent the air as
Benjamin lunged, shifting from wolven form to wolfman in
mid-leap, diving instinctively for Marcus. Out of the corner of
his eye, he saw Malachi coming down on the two men holding
Shadoe. Betas—weak insignificant betas—following the orders of
their Alpha, and the bitch as she straddled Shadoe’s body,
pinching her soft, flat nipples and squeezing delicate flesh
until she cried out in pain.
Malachi had already killed
the first beta and as he tore the other one away from her,
Shadoe threw the Inherent bitch away and lunged, taking her down
and driving a fisted hand into the woman’s surprised face.
Malachi stared up at the
beta he had pinned against the trunk of a towering oak, opening
his mouth in a wide smile and letting him see the deadly fangs.
“Do you know what I am?” he purred.
Mal felt the fear that
rolled through the small clearing as Benjamin Cross’ rage spun
out of control. One of an Inherent’s most deadly skills was the
paralyzing power of fear, creeping from them until it damned
near froze the mind and body of their foes, leaving them totally
helpless. The beta’s eyes widened in uncontrolled terror and the
hot, sour smell of urine filled the air.
“For pity’s sake, Cross, how
can I enjoy killing this bastard when you have him so shaking
with fear, he does not even see me?” Malachi said drolly,
tossing Benjamin an amused glance.
“My abject apologies,”
Benjamin snarled as he backhanded Marcus just when the weaker
Alpha was lifting his head to howl, to call his wolves to him.
With a deep sigh, he stopped radiating fear throughout, focusing
instead on Marcus as he leaned forward and growled, “You touched
my woman.”
