Page 38 of Love Bites

When we arrived, I took in the sight of their home. It looked more like an industrial building than a house, made entirely out of cement and with a few large garage doors along the length of it.

No wonder they’d stayed hidden for so long.

The girls chatted like normal as they headed towards one of the doors, but I caught a whiff of something strange as we approached.

My forehead creased as I tried to place it.

It almost smelled like…

Dogs.

Realization crashed into me as the door started to rise.

Snarling, I threw myself in front of the sirens just as a group of massive wolves came barreling toward us. Werewolves were much larger than typical wolves—their heads nearly reached mine.

I’d fought them enough times not to give a damn about their size. I was far faster and stronger than a normal vampire when I needed to be, and even the slowest vamp could take down a wolf if they knew what they were doing.

Assuming the wolf wasn’t with its pack.

A group of wolves was an entirely different beast, but not one I couldn’t handle.

“Get in the truck,” I commanded the women, grabbing two of the wolves by their scruff at vampire speed and bashing their heads together.

The sirens could move faster than the wolves. If they ran, they could get to safety quickly enough to avoid a negative outcome.

The wolves I’d knocked together collapsed, and I grabbed the head of a third, twisting it harshly to the side until his spine snapped.

A set of teeth tore into my shoulder, and I grabbed the muzzle of the wolf they belonged to. Dropping to a knee, I used the momentum to throw him over my shoulder. Before his body had time to collide with the cement, I had sliced through his throat with my fangs.

A pained cry behind me had me roaring, spinning around to find my female on the ground, trapped between three wolves. All three of them were bleeding in various locations, but there was a gash on my mate’s head. Blood was dripping down her nose, mixing with the glitter on her face.

The wolves bumped her, snapping their teeth as they closed in. There was defiance in Blair’s gaze, but dizziness too.

Fury blazed through me in a way I’d never imagined. My actions became instinct as I lunged.

My fangs tore through another throat.

I snapped another spine.

The third wolf was dead and bleeding before I got to it, with my mate’s knee on his chest, her hands coated in blood.

I wanted to snap at her for continuing to risk her life in the fight—but I could hear more wolves coming from inside the building.

There was no time for an argument.

I grabbed Blair by the waist and ran her to the moving truck, tossing her in before I slammed the door down and locked it from the outside.

My chest heaved as I turned to face the incoming wolves.

Usually, my bloodlust would’ve pushed me through a fight. But the need to protect my mate seemed to be just as strong—if not stronger.

I tore through wolf after wolf until I held the throat of the last one in my hand. A wolf pack had a mental bond that was unrivaled by anything else. Their alpha would be able to see and hear anything that happened to them, if he focused on them.

I knew Curtis well enough to be damn sure he was watching the crew he’d sent to my female’s home.

“These sirens aremine,” I snarled. “Every wolf you send for them will face the same fate. If youevermake my female bleed again, there’s not a wall in the manor that will keep me from finding you and tearing your throat out too.”

With that, I ended the wolf’s life.

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