Page 130 of Hawke

A powerful rush of adrenaline flowed through my veins, providing me with an energy and strength I had never known. The wolf within me was eager to break free, and I could feel its strength as the fur sprouted over my arms—the unmistakable sign I’d been waiting for.

I curled back my lip, revealing my fang, and with a menacing snarl, I pinned Shane in one swift movement before he had time to react. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Delilah?” His voice came in a shaking stutter.

His bloodied hand gripped my upper arm weakly.

His fingers could barely hold on to my shoulder.

I shook off his hand and watched as it dropped to the ground with a thud. I refused to submit to him in defeat and instead of looking away in a sign of submission, I gazed at him directly.

“Destroy him,” my wolf demanded. “Take back what he took from you.”

What did he take from me?

He took everything.

My innocence, my youth, my happiness, my mother, and at one point, my will to live.

How many times had I thought about ending it all in the confines of that hell?

I trailed my tongue across my lips, remembering the blades I had stolen from one of the coffee tables where it was used to divide a white powdery substance. Party after party each night, more and more cocaine was brought into the house.

More drugs, weapons, endless parties. When was it going to stop? When was I going to get my escape?

So, I collected the sharp objects like candies, put them in my pockets and took them to my room. I could still see the remnants of powder that made the men forget their worries for a time. It wasn’t enough for me to forget mine, however.

Not that I wanted a moment of forgetfulness, I wanted something more.

I wanted something permanent.

My collection of blades sat in that bathroom drawer, ready to be used when I was ready to make my own escape. But in the end, I was too chicken to watch my blood run down that pasty arm.

But really, it was that silly voice that told me not to. The voice that I now knew to be my wolf telling me to hang on a little longer.

I tilted my chin, assessing the bastard that tried to ruined me. At one point I thought he broke me, but in the end, I came out far better than I ever dreamed.

I learned to love life, have friends and hell, even learned how to fall in love.

And I almost missed it all, because Shane pushed me to where I wanted to kill myself.

And that was enough reason to kill him.

I didn’t have the stomach to do it alone, but my wolf certainly did.

My wolf’s warmth gradually spread throughout my body, enveloping me and taking charge bit by bit. Hair thickened around each limb, claws strengthened as she ran them slowly and deeply down each limb, savoring each agonizing tear of his skin.

Shane’s screams were nothing but pitiful cries. The sticky wetness between the pads of our fingers painted his pale, grey skin as we filleted his arms and legs, letting the skin flaps fall to the floor.

Shane tried to sit up until my wolf straddled him with a heavy pounce. She sliced his suit to shreds, along with his muscular torso. Blood seeped through the shredded material, and bone emerged through the mangled muscle.

He didn’t even try to put up a fight, or it didn’t seem that way. Every time he tried to sit up or move his arm, my wolf pinned him with our claws or a heavy push of our forearm to his neck.

Our faces were filled with an evil and vindictive joy, our cheeks stretched in a malicious grin. Fangs descended longer than ever before, reaching our chin.

He was now lying in a pool of his own dark blood.

Shane’s breaths were shallow, his body weak he wasn’t able to lift his arms.. There was no more blood for him to pump through his body. The only possible thing left to do was to rip his heart from his chest.

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