Page 151 of Untamed

Fitting.

Hollow Moon backs into the yarch, eyes wild and panicked. She screams again in a fury. The wind through the trees screams with her. Her claws swipe, uselessly pawing at the air in front of her. I stalk closer, just out of view of the moon above.

Panic fades as Hollow Moon regains confidence from her goddess. A smirk crosses her lips. I echo the smile with one of my own.

Her grin falters at my expression, then falls away when the yarch tree cracks. Wind blows. Faster. Faster.

"Thomson was supposed to kill you and your pathetic mother!" the Hollow Moon screams at me.

Father. The world slows. I spring, shifting to paws. Father taught me this.

Faster, Willa. Be as fast as the wind. Faster, even. Don't you dare be slow, female.

I am fast, Father.

Blood spills into my mouth. My canines find soft, weak flesh. I rip and tear.

The moon may scream, but I can't hear her over the wind. The yarch tree falls. When it crashes on top of Hollow Moon, her body explodes into nothing but flesh and bone.

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Inuit

"Well, hello, little alpha," Blout sneers, an ugly smirk crossing his face.

I zero in on him. He looks confident, this older alpha. Uneasiness stirs. He should be quaking in his boots right now. My monster is less concerned. He watches Blout greedily, salivating for blood.

I hold him back. Blout is here to speak, and I want to hear what he has to say. I look at the wolves fanning out behind their alpha. I don't see Jessie anywhere, but Jax's sister,AuntieGlory, is standing just past Blout, wringing her nine-fingered hands together.

"Your uncle should have told you the truth, son," Blout says.

I look back at him, staying silent. What truth? That my Father abandoned and rejected his truemate? Or is there worse? Could there be worse?

"Now, where is my little daughter?" Blout grins madly. Glory flinches as he cackles insanely. My monster shudders with the force of his hatred.

She is ours.Only ours.

"Who is your daughter, Blout?" I ask him calmly, but I see it as I look at him. The slope of his cheeks, the pink, curved lips under his beard.

"Why, Tarkik, your little mate." He throws his head back and laughs uproariously. "Didn't you know? I had your Father's truemate, first. Oh, don't blame little Anya for not knowing. She was unconscious at the time."

Sick rolls in my stomach. He's laughing. Laughing at raping a little pre-shifted female. Impregnating her, and then what? Sending her away with Thomson? Or did Willa's Father kidnap an already pregnant Anya? Is Blout lying? Fuck, this is insane.

"I'm going to kill you," I tell him mildly. My monster tenses in eager anticipation for the moment when I unleash him.Not yet.Answers first.

He laughs again. "Are you? You think I'm finished here? My army has all ofyourwolves, Tarkik."

My wolves?

Wolves move from behind him. Strangers to me, but I vaguely recognize them. Familiar with the slant of dark eyes with even darker hair. My stomach turns again. These are Adlartok wolves. Wolves I haven't seen in years.

"I see you recognize them." He laughs again. "Here is the remains of the great Adlartok Pack!" He holds his hands out wide. "FeraxMaw is destroyed, as are the Mauja. I have to thank you for that," he says sarcastically. "I never thought that Kingson’s bastard would smooth the way for me."

We will cut out his tongue first.

I push the monster back. Not yet. I fold my arms over my chest and inhale slowly.

The forest trembles, and a spurt of fear rushes through me. Where is my mate? Goddess, is she OK? Almost as soon as the fear comes, it fades. My mate is hunting. My beast smirks.

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