Page 109 of Love Bites

Though Curtis limped a little, Porter’s shoulder didn’t look good at all.

My body was so tense, I could barely breathe.

If Curtis won, we were screwed.

And Izzy…

Holy shit.

Izzy would have a mate bond with a dead man.

She’d be alone, for life.

I wanted to look back at her, to see how she was doing, but didn’t let myself look away from the fight. I couldn’t miss anything. Not when everything was on the line.

Curtis lunged again, and Porter dodged, tearing into his flank.

When Curtis went for his throat, clearly getting angry, Porter shifted back to his skin and rolled. He took Curtis’s wolf down with an iron, human arm around his throat.

As one, the crowd seemed to take a breath.

Curtis snarled, his arms and legs flailing violently as he shifted back too. He grabbed Porter’s hair and arms, but Porter seemed to have complete control.

Curt’s movements grew weaker, and Porter finally said something into his ear.

Curtis howled—but a moment in, a snapping noise reverberated through the air, and the beastly sound cut off abruptly.

Gasps echoed around us.

Damian let out a relieved breath against my ear.

And then, in an instant, the crowd was roaring.

Porter shoved Curtis’s body to the side and stood up, his clothes torn in the shift and abandoned on the tile floor somewhere behind him.

The crowd was screaming for him, making my ears ring with the noise, but his gaze was fixed on me and Damian.

I glanced behind us, at the vampires who had parted to reveal my sister, and realized it wasn’t us he was staring at.

He crossed the distance between us and climbed over the fence, dropping to the ground like it was nothing before he strode past us and grabbed Izzy.

She looked taken aback as he lifted her fist toward the ceiling, roaring his victory as his voice joined everyone else’s.

The crowd grew deafening, but my gaze was fixed on my sister as her new mate pumped her fist twice—then sank his teeth into her shoulder.

My lips parted as shock filled her expression.

He released Izzy as fast as he’d bitten her, then tossed her over his shoulder and strode out of the room.

The wolves parted for him without hesitation or command, their cheers still filling the room after he was gone.

They started flooding out, but we stayed where we were.

There was no way we were breaking through the wave of wolves without a fight, and no need to start one.

The noise subsided over the next few minutes as the excitement faded and the crowd finally started to thin out.

Damian’s hands were still on my hips. “He bit her in front of the crowd,” I said, still almost as shocked as Izzy had been. It had surprised me when Damian bit me in front of his people, but he was avampire, so I at least knew it was a possibility.

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