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Then all I focus on is the blade sticking out from my mate’s chest.
CHAPTER 48
TY
The bastard stabbed me.
White hot pain slices through my left side as the blade gets pulled free. He’s hit something major, definitely a lung, and has possibly even caught my heart. He doesn’t pull the knife clean out either, twisting it and grating the side against the bone of my ribs.
I can’t stop the scream that leaves my chest with that move.
My ex-leader has clearly been in training since our last altercation. He’s faster, slicker, but still needing a damn weapon like the fucking coward he is.
I’d planned for it, after Ronan had brandished one before, when the pack had captured us the first time. But it still goes against everything that we are.
I need to end this now. I’m not going to last long before my injury takes me down. It shouldn’t be fatal, but it could lead me there. The wound is debilitating enough Adicious could gain the upper hand.
As Adicious raises the knife again, Red is back in the fray. I’d shoved her out of the way on Adicious’s first advance but am powerless to stop her this time. Sheintercepts his swing and hauls him backwards, twisting his arm.
I muster my strength and go for the opening she’s created. One hand holding my chest together, I use the other to hook his neck and bring his throat down to my waiting fangs. I don’t hold back as I rip through his artery, muscle, and ligaments. I close my jaw around the side of his neck and pull, removing it all.
I see the fear in Adicious’s eyes as I rear back to rid my mouth of him. It’s the first time he’s allowed the emotion to show. He knows I’m about to end him. I’m about to win.
Red manages to wrestle the knife from his grip. As she brandishes it against his side, he makes one final attempt to escape our grasp. They knock into me, sending me dizzy as I desperately try to keep my feet underneath me. I fail as Red jumps to his back. His blood slicked hands go for my throat as he garbles more blood from his mouth, like he’s trying to talk. Hopefully I crushed his windpipe too. He’ll have seconds left with the amount of blood he’s losing but he’s determined to take me out with him as his grip tightens on my neck.
I try with all my might to push him off.
I feel Red panic as she feels my pain and my consciousness slipping.
The crack echoes through the room before the body holding me down goes limp. Adicious crashes to the ground as Red snaps his spine.
She’s left panting, skin painted red, crouched in front of me.
“Sever his head,” I force out, needing her to complete the job before I can succumb to my injuries.
She hesitates for a second before moving to follow my orders. I grip the torso of the body between us as she leans down and rips the other side of his neck with her fangs. Withthe skin and muscle cut on both sides it's easy for her to decapitate Adicious fully.
She throws his head across the room without care about where it lands.
My vision blurs again as my mate scrabbles across the body to hold me up and assess my wound.
“Gods, fucking hell. Ty, stay awake.” She applies pressure to my side, sending pain shooting through my ribs like a hot poker.
I can’t focus, all I can smell is her blood as I wobble on my knees.
“Drink!” Her order comes from far away. I feel her warm wrist on my lips.
I pull back, she’s been injured too. I can’t weaken her further by drinking from her.
“You damn well can and will. Even if I have to force it down your throat. Now drink!” Her voice comes through more forcefully this time and her wrist is pushed so hard to my mouth, my lips part.
I can’t ignore my body's instinct as my fangs sink into her skin. She tastes euphoric, like ecstasy but better.
A few mouthfuls and I feel my head clear, the darkness receding before it can claim me. I need more but pull my mouth free. From the small amount I’ve taken, I can feel my body healing the most crucial injuries.
Red sags against me as she feels my strength returning. “Thank gods.” She inhales deeply at my neck, breathing in my scent.
I find the strength to wrap my arms around her, pulling her flush to my chest. It’s a little awkward as her hand still covers my open wound but I need her warmth against me.
