Page 283 of Cruelly Bitten
For good.
I stomped on the weapon he’d used against me, my mind instantly at ease.
Then I grabbed an ax from the shelf holding an array of sharp objects.
“Goodbye, brother,” I said, hoisting the deadly item in the air.
And swung down toward his neck.
His head rolled, his green eyes staring up at me with a permanent expression of shock.
The look would forever haunt me.My brother’s dead.
It’d been the only way. No amount of sleep could have helped him. Not even his fucked-up version of a cure.
He’d been too inhumane to save.
Toolost.
Cam!Ismerelda screamed into my mind, her struggle causing the air to leave my lungs in a whoosh as I dropped the ax and grabbed a gun instead.
I’m coming!I shouted at her.Don’t stop fighting!
Cam,she sobbed via our bond, her body seeming to be caught beneath Michael’s.I can’t?—
Her mind fell silent.
No,I thought.No!
I couldn’t be too late.
I’m going to fucking kill him!I raged, tracking her scent.Don’t you dare die on me, Izzy! Don’t you dare fucking die!
Lycans paced the halls, a few of them stepping into my path.
“Your quarrel isn’t with me,” I growled at them. “Move.”
“Where’s Cane?” someone asked.
Thida, I recognized, glancing over my shoulder at him. “Dead,” I snarled. “Tell your pack to move, or I’ll be forced to kill them, too.”
The alpha’s eyebrow inched upward. “You killed your brother?”
Fuck this.I didn’t have time for a discussion.
Rather than comment, I phasedthroughthe wolves. My actions probably knocked a few of them out, maybe even killed them, but I didn’t spare them a second thought.
Because fuck them. Fuck this.Fuck everything.
Ismerelda,I whispered.Talk to me.
Nothing.
Fuck!
I tracked her scent, her blood a beacon to my senses.
A beacon that had my heart stuttering in my chest. My stomach churning with fear.Truefear.
