Page 49 of Red's Beast

I nearly lose the contents of my stomach, but fight it back as I take a step out of the fighting area. Right now, I need the beast, but he can’t leave the woods.

Corbin’s dark gray wolf stretches as the shift finishes. My grandmother’s white wolf shakes out her fur coat as she stretches as well. They circle each other and snarl.

The pack gathers around, with those in their houses coming out to watch as well.

I’m terrified of what is about to happen, though I know she can handle herself. But he is a young alpha.

It should be me challenging him. Not her.

If only you could shift when you wanted, right?

My mouth opens as I hear my wolf’s words. I’m frozen in horror as I watch them preparing to lunge.

I have to do something. But what can I do?

No, this can’t be happening. She is going to die.

Corbin shows his teeth to grandmother as a low growl rumbles in his throat. His jaws are wide open, ready to snatch her neck up and bite down. They both lunge at the same time and collide with each other. My heart sinks to my feet as their growls grow louder and blood splatters onto the ground.

It’s a mix of both of their blood, but I hate to even smell it.

With each bite he lands, she seems to quickly return the bite and shred into him every chance she gets. While that should make me feel better, it doesn’t.

I think he is letting her do this and then he’ll come in at the end to finish her in a surprise attack.

As I try to open my connection to my grandmother, she has me blocked off. My eyes widen as I try to force my way through, but it’s like trying to move a brick wall. There is no getting through.

Please don’t die, grandmother.I sent up a silent plea, wishing she could hear me.

I watch as they tear into each other again and more blood lands on the ground. It only gets worse with each passing second and I feel like my heart might burst out of my chest with worry.

When she yelps, I fall to my knees as tears flood down my cheeks. Then she yelps again and I see his jaws around her throat.

Right as I feel like it’s going to be over, I hear a lone howl filling the air. It’s low and deep, a sound that sends shivers down my spine.

My wolf rises to the surface, just beneath the skin.

Mate.

Beast

I pace at the edge of the woods as the challenge presses on. If I wasn’t confined in these blasted woods, I would be the one challenging him instead of her.

I try to reach out to Lillian through our connection, but I have been unsuccessful. It’s like she’s blocked me out and I don’t know how to get through. Something has to be messing with our bond and when I find out what it is, I’m going to rip that person to shreds. It has to be someone doing this.

I glance to the side, where the pack is gathered around. Someone is standing near the back with a hood over their head. Their hands are swaying in front of them.

A low growl rumbles in my throat before I let out a howl.

A witch. There hasn’t been one in Dark Moon for years. Not since Natalia and Emmeline. So, where has this one been hiding all these years?

As I hear grandmother yelp, I jerk my head to the right to look at the fight. I hate that she has taken it upon herself to challenge him and it’s making me angrier with each passing second.

Why isn’t anyone else standing up to him? Someone needs to knock him down a few notches and show him what a true alpha is.

He’s not even that powerful and I could smother him with my alpha command.

My attention is jerked elsewhere as I hear Alana still crying over her mate. She continues to watch the woods, her gaze darting around nervously. Oh, she’s looking for me to ensure I won’t attack her as well.

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