Page 42 of Wolf Spell

Claws extended, vampires and werewolves lunged towards us tugging on their restraints. I felt the blood drain from my face, my breath caught as my heart raced.

On his knees, the wolf started breaking out of Lycaon. His body ripped, snout jutting from his face. His fingers extended as I was flooded with the scent of his blood, his flesh. As he morphed, the ringing of bullets stung my ears and my alpha, my protector screamed as they pummelled into him. His wolf disappeared, the man slumped on the ground, his scream piercing through me long after he had stopped.

His body spasmed, and instinct or compassion, I didn’t know which, had me cover him with my body before a pain stung my back.

Lycaon grabbed me, his face strained, already he was forcing the bullets out of his body. They sizzled as they dropped on the ground but again, they fired, he collapsed and rough hands grabbed at me pulling me back as I yelled, kicking before everything went dark.

Cold was the first thing that I was aware of when I came around. Shivering I found that I was laid on a concrete floor, a thin veil of light from a single lightbulb in a cell.

Rasping, Lycaon was curled up before me. His wounds had congealed, he was trembling. I leaned over him, examining where they’d shot him, then carefully pulled his body onto my lap to try and share some heat, to keep him warm.

I could feel their magic. It was almost suffocating.

They’d given us water, wanting us alive which probably worried me more,but for now I concentrated on helping him.

My athame was gone, as were the phials of blood from my pockets, the amulet from Luke and obviously my phone. Lycaon spluttered, arguing in his delirium. Somehow I would have to give him my blood, but I had nothing to break my skin. I am squeamish, not a good thing for a witch. But it hadn’t been a problem until now.

As Lycaon came around, I brushed his hair back from his face.

“I think we’re being watched.” I bent down, kissed his lips and whispered as quietly as I could, “Do you have the strength to cut my wrist, you need some blood.”

He mumbled, then pushed himself up. “No, I won’t do that again. You can’t keep feeding me. I’m not a vampire, and well, it makes the wolf stronger. And my human side weaker.”

I offered, “That would be good, right now.”

Sitting up, he pushed himself to his knees before standing uneasily and brushed off my attempt to help him as he bent over, hands on his knees. His hair hung over his face, dirty, tangled. His t-shirt was in shreds. Anger flared through him. I got up, stepping back as he tore off his top, snarling before throwing himself at the bars.

They didn’t move.

Then he spun around, eyes like coals, jaw clenched as he hissed at me, “This is your fault, all of this. Your kind, you not only ruined Zale, now you’re trying to ruin me.”

Weaving my fingers, nothing happened as he came charging at me.

Holy shit, I had to, what, actually fight him? He’s huge, and part wolf.

Surprising myself, I leapt out of his way at the last minute, but he grabbed me all the same, roughing me against the wall as his fangs extended and he muttered in my ear.

“You’re right, we are being watched. Play along.”

Without changing my horrified expression, I put everything I had into shoving him back.

He was like a wall. He didn’t move. He laughed, his voice vicious.

“I’m going to eat you, little witch.” Lifting his chin, he sniffed the air, then narrowed his eyes at me.

Now I knew he wasn’t actually trying to kill me, I took a breath.But he was still terrifying.

But even under these circumstances, he was hot as hell, which wasn’t appropriate. But he was playing them. His lips opened as he realised, he was turning me on, every lick of his lips, every growl, every grunt. I stared at his bloody chest.

He threw himself into me again. Whispering in my ear as he pretended to bite my neck.“You want me too much. If it helps, I feel the same. But not now. Play along, fight me.”

Raising my voice I said, “I’m not going to be your meal deal today.”

His body overpowered me, his hands pushing me into the wall, his legs planted on either side of mine. I darted my eyes down, he noticed then as carefully as I could whilst trying to remain authentic, I squeezed up my knee. I stopped just before his balls.He was hard but he got the picture and feigned being kneed in the groin.

Then he lunged at me, spun around and again threw himself at the cage door. I moved in the nick of time, he was trying to break it.

But it still didn’t budge.

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