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Drip-drip, drip-drip.
Nothing made sense. All I felt was dark, hollow pain. Pure, undulated need for revenge, vengeance.
I heard this deep, rough sound and realized it came from me. I was snarling and growling, unable to think sanely, didn’t even want to. I wanted everyone and everything to feel this pain, to be this broken. Just like me.
I was fucking pissed. I wanted my female back. And I’d do anything and everything to make that happen.
I felt someone touch my arm, and I didn’t know what happened, but one minute, I was standing in the center of the room amid the carnage I’d wrought, and the next, I was standing over a very dead, mutilated body.
My chest was pumping up and down as I breathed hard and fast. I killed the poor vampire bastard in a matter of seconds yet had no recollection. Lifeless eyes looked back at me, a mouth gaping open like a fish out of water, twin white fangs flashing among the splatter of blood coating everything. Especially me.
I lifted my hands and looked down at my open palms. Blood. So much.
A beautiful sight.
“Easy, ye crazy arsehole,” someone said and came forward.
I snapped my head up, narrowing my eyes at the Lycan who was inching forward. “Stupid motherfucker,” I growled in a distorted voice. I tasted the coppery flavor of blood on my lips and tongue from my latest kill.
Gaelic was being shouted at the wolf, but the bastard didn’t stop. In fact, he kept coming closer, and I could see the gleam in his eyes.
I faced off with the wolf who was dumb enough to come close. The fucker wanted a go at me. “You want a piece of me, think this is your chance?” I held my arms out, let the blood coating me cover the ground all around me.
I’d oblige him with a smile on my face.
“Ye crazy bastard. Ye need taken down.”
I heard Banner shouting at the Lycan bastard, but before the king could stop him, he lunged forward, not listening to or caring about orders.
I let him slam into me, let his body propel me backward until I crashed into the wall. I let him hit me. Once, twice, his fist slamming into my face a third time before I’d had enough, grinning a bloody smile, laughing darkly.
And so I wrapped a fist around his throat, lifted him up and off the ground, and spun him around and slammed him against the wall now. I couldn’t think straight but felt the vibrations on the floor as bodies were coming toward me, feet hitting the wood. I knew in two seconds I’d feel hands on me, pulling me away.
They wouldn't take this kill from me.
I ripped the fucking wolf’s throat out, felt the spray of blood on my neck and face, basked in that wet warmth. I let his body fall to the floor and turned around, spitting out the chunk of flesh and part of his trachea, the rage in my head never ending, the violence I felt a rising crescendo.
“She’s mine. She’s mine. She’s fucking mine mineminemine.” I shook my head and closed my eyes, a darkness the likes of which I’d never felt claiming me. And I fucking let it. “I’ll slaughter the piece of shit who took her from me.” My voice was low, barely audible. “I'll rip their arms and legs from their worthless body, feast on every drop of blood flowing through their veins.”
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Well holy fooking shite.”
I opened my eyes, and through the haze of red in my vision and the rush of blood in my ears, I heard Banner’s shocked tone and saw his surprised expression.
“The bastard found his mate.”
I spun and snarled at Banner. I was going to rip that fucker’s throat out too. Banner grinned and lifted a hand, curling his finger and gesturing me forward.
I rushed him and clashed with his body, the momentum propelling us toward the wall, pictures falling to the ground, plaster crumbling under the wallpaper from the force.
The Lycan twisted out of my grip, and before I could stop him, he had a heavy arm banded around my chest. The fact that he was thinking clearly—unlike me—gave him an advantage.
“Be at ease, motherfooker,” he growled by my ear.
“Fuck you,” I said in a distorted growl, the air in the room icy from my rage, the space glowing red from my eyes.
“Think logically; act rationally, ye stubborn, crazy bastard.”
