Page 80 of Never Tamed
“You’ve done enough.”
He’s feet away from me and looking at me like I’m a stranger, his eyes wide, his face pale. There’s Red, as pretty as a picture, standing at the end of the hallway with concern rounding her lips.
We step over countless bodies, the carcasses littering the hallway. It’s barely a dent in the numbers Andras surely has at his disposal.
With little Red leading the charge, we head further into the maze of tunnels. Soon the stench of sewage is strong enough to have me swallowing over a gag. I'm all for carnage but human waste is an entirely different thing.
“In there.” Red slaps a hand over her mouth. Stifles a groan, a burp. “They’re inside.”
Inside where? The metal bars look like they block another part of the sewer, not cage powerful omegas from the Grey Valley pack.
Andras has his wolves on display, though. They aren’t there just for show. They've left us very little room to move, let alone shift, when they bum rush the tunnels and block our exit.
I crack my neck from side to side and force my mind to happier memories than the one where the stupid song plays on repeat.
Memories of the blond beta, for instance, the way we broke him down to pieces after getting practically nothing out of him.
“Where do these fuckers keep coming from?” Mathis mutters under his breath.
His dark eyes flash a glowing gold, and he clamps down on his wolf.
No worries. That’s where I come in.
“They spawn themselves like a virus. Go, baby, go.” Noble uses his body to protect Red from the throng but she waves him away.
“We have to get to the women. Before Andras hurts them again.” She’s pleading with him. “I’m not leaving.”
I slice my way through one of them and watch his surprise slip away to nothingness. That’s Noble’s problem. He’s always trying to keep her small when she’s made to burn through this world faster than—
A face flashes through my mind, a woman’s face. Her smile tears a hole in my universe and I stumble and crack my knees against the stone. Pain ricochets up from the area. My sister. My mother.
“Dax!”
Red’s concern is cute. The afterimage of the smile is slow to fade and by the time it does, one of Andras's men has their hands on either side of my face. They twist.
Whatever the hell is happening to me, it needs to stop. It’s jeopardizing everything I’ve worked for. Everything I've outrun.
I bear down and pull the man with me. He flies over my head and slowly loses his grip on my face, tumbling onto his back before I pounce on him.
Torin and Red work together to tear the bars from the wall. At least he’s putting those muscles to good use, finally, instead of worrying about his suit. My beast prowls close to the surface and instead of helping them, I tear into the man on his back. His blood geysers into my mouth, fresh and tainted by his ego. It gives the taste a weird aftertone but whatever.
This sends a message.
It says you can’t come into our fucking home and terrorize us.
Not without getting some pain in return.
Getting to the beta was one thing, and clearly it made very little difference to Andras. But coming in here today and leaving a path of death behind us…
It still won’t mean anything. Probably. We’ll have to take down the woman if we want to bother him.
I clamp down until I crack the man’s neck with my teeth, shifting only the canines and jaw muscles to get the job done.
My name rings out from behind somewhere.This. This is so much easier to understand than the songs and the memories. Those tear me apart with their softness. But violence? It’s a universal language.
Mathis calls my name again and I rise from my crouch with blood spattered down the front of my shirt.
They’ve got the bars open and he gestures for me to follow, half-in and half-out of the tunnel. Red is a flash of movement in the darkness before the gloom swallows her.
