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“Jubilee?” Narcissa’s growl was low, vibrating with fury. “You said you’d ended it.”
A vicious snarl of betrayal tore from my throat, echoed by various packmates around the room, as we slowly pressed in from every side.
“The fuck you say?”
Ignoring my outburst, the miserable sweetbutt was unable to look her former friend in the eye. “He’s my mate.”
“You forgot the golden rule, Jubilee,” Popcorn smirked, popping her gum while raising her piece and training it on the traitor from her side of the room.
“What?” Jubilee said, head jerking up to meet the feral grin of my best friend as she casually snicked the safety free.
“Hoes before bros, bitch.”
The traitor’s eyes wide as she threw up her hands to defend herself. Narcissa had already shifted. Launching through the air, she tackled Jubilee from Crusher’s grip. The two rolled across the floor as Jubilee’s wolf busted free of her skin to defend herself.
The Bone Crusher’s VP raised his gun, training it on Popcorn. My wolf rumbled low and lethal in my chest and my muscles bunched to shift. Another of our wolves—Zero, I think it was—tackled Crusher’s arm first as my wolf tore free. Zero ground Crusher’s wrist in his jaw to the bone, forcing him to let the gun go and clatter to the floor.
The VP snatched the snarling wolf with his other meaty fist and sent him crashing into the wall. Popcorn unloaded on Crusher as he charged her. The brick shithouse of a shifter didn’t even slow. He backhanded her to the ground as more wolves streamed in through the kitchen and I was forced to turn to meet the intruders head on. All the while, Doc worked furiously behind me as Sasha held onto consciousness, determined to bear witness to the fate of her people.
44
FERAL LOVE
Mongrel
Gunpowder. Blood. Cloying fog.
I filled my throat with the tang of Bone Crushers’ iron but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough to slake the thirst that had been ignited in my soul. Not until he was dead.
All I could see was a world bathed in my mate’s crimson blood. All I could hear was the whip of one gun as it tried to steal all the light from my hands. All I could taste was the blood of every enemy I ripped from this life and sent to their filthy graves.
Time ceased to have meaning.
Instead, I counted the heartbeats of my two mates. They were a steadying pulse, fighting back the dark wrath of the Goddess. They were the good tethering me to this world, preventing me from toppling over the edge of the abyss of the underworld alongside my prey.
And through it all—through the worst fucking moments of my life—Grimm was there. Just as he always had been. Guarding my back. Putting a bullet in any fucker who tried to end my beast’s savage revenge. Who knows how many Bone Crushers my former alpha took down as I tore through biker after biker? I was consumed with the hunt.
Only one scent mattered.
Venom was still here. On our soil. I could feel his essence like an oil slick spreading across our territory. But that wolf would bleed out before this battle was done and not a single soul in this world or the next would shed a tear. No, they would breathe a sigh of relief. Because his death would be a small mercy after a lifetime of tainting our earth with his rotten soul.
45
THE VIPER IN OUR MIDST
Sasha
“Stay still, Sasha. Or you’ll bleed out before you can help any of them,” Doc growled, as savage as I’d ever heard him. I could tell he was keeping his human skin by force of will alone as the battle raged behind him. A battle for his home as much as it had become mine.
“You born here, Doc?” I whispered.
“Yeah, Soul Reaper born and bred, and one day I’ll be a Soul Reaper dead. So listen up, little lady. For all you don’t think much of our Grimm, he saved the soul of this pack when he took alpha from his useless father.”
“Yeah?” I licked my lips, willing him to go on. I didn’t have a lot of breath to spare right now but something told me this was a story I wanted to hear.
“Yeah. His old man was a twisted son of a bitch. Grimm works hard to keep that feral wolf he inherited on a tight leash,” Doc continued. “And he’d fight to the death to give you the choices his mother never had. Not in him to beg, though. Something tells me you might teach that old dog a few new tricks about keeping a mate happy before all is said and done. Ah. Done.”
The medic snapped the last bandage in place with satisfaction. My heart rolled at his stern but kind words. He was talking like me and Grimm were a foregone conclusion. I pushed the heartache aside.
