Page 333 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

And Wraith lets out the most aggressive growl yet.

His hands drop from his face as he straightens to his full height, shoulders rolling forward, his hood shadowing everything but the burning blue flare of light in his eyes and his grinning jaws.

The sound that comes out of him vibrates through the ground.

Valek pauses.

"Wraith," I say carefully. "It's okay. Valek wasn't actually angry. I promise."

His eyes don't leave Valek.

Valek steps between us even though it's him who has to worry, not me, keeping his hands in his jacket pockets and his shoulders loose. His white hair blows across his now completely impassive blank face like he's staring down death itself and doesn't have even the slightest flicker of fear.

"Our little lady wants to go camping," Valek says calmly. "You're coming with us, aren't you?"

Wraith snarls.

The sound prickles every hair on my body.

Valek doesn't move.

Wraith's scarred fingers curl into fists.

Oh, fuck.

They're going to tear each other apart.

Chapter 70

Valek

This is a problem.

I have no trouble fighting. Fighting is simple. I'm good at fighting.

I enjoy fighting.

But fighting someone I care for? Someone loved by the only person I might be capable of loving?

That is considerably more complicated.

Wraith charges without warning. The impact drives me backward into the medical center’s brick wall hard enough to knock dust from the mortar.

My skull snaps back.

My hands come up automatically, forearms crossing in front of my face. Wraith’s fist crashes into the guard with a crack that rattles my teeth.

“Stop!”

Ivy’s scream cuts through his growl.

He swings again.

The blow catches the outside of my left arm and smashes it into my cheekbone. Light bursts across my vision. His eyes burn feral blue through his choppy dark hair, but he isn’t looking out through them.

The feral thing inside him is.

The next punch comes low.