Nature of the beast (book 1 of the Beasties)

Decisions

Liam's pov

I pace for a good ten minutes, wracking my brain for a way that wouldn't involve trapping Skyler into a 'death do you part' relationship.

"Liam! Her pulse is dropping! I can't feel it anymore!" Brandy wails.

This can't happen! I can't let her go! I don't care how much she'll hate me as long as she lives! My voice gutter-rolls out in an anguished shout as I drop to my knees next to Sky. Condemning myself to this decision.

I allow my instincts to take over. My wolf's jaw forms, hinges wide and strikes at our mates right side of her neck. A searing pain so intense it threatens to break our concentration as our soul rips in half. You could almost hear it like crumbling of a concrete building. We focus the last of our energy on keeping our jaw clamped onto our mate until the process is complete. A sudden feeling of weightlessness takes over easing the pain into a numbed stage. Our mind knits it's self to Sky like an invisible bridge. It's both comforting and intrusive all at once. A tingling sensation shivers down our spine, signaling the last stage. Our heart grows warm, than burns as our mates heart beat becomes one with us. I can feel our life energy forcing Skyler's heart to pump blood faster. The burning lasts forever it seems, but I welcome it, knowing that it means Skyler will live. Slowly the burn disappears leaving us beyond exhausted. Our tongue licks over the wound, sealing it, so Skyler doesn't bleed out. We cuddle up to our mate on the ground, too tired to find a place out of the dirt. All we care about right now is knowing Skyler is alive and well. We want to lie like this with Sky forever. Our eyes close, sending us off to a deep, peaceful slumber.

Canis's pov

"You have failed me for the last time Cathrin." I calmly state. Inside my wrath is barely contained. What must I do to get competent pack members! This wench got herself discovered, didn't bother to train that slut of Liam's for me, and now because of her stupidity, has allowed my new toy to commit suicide!

I turn on my heel abruptly to face Cathrin, who's bowed down to the floor in submission. "Please Alpha, I swear I'll do anything to make up for my transgressions." She pleads.

"There is one thing you can do for me." She looks up hopefully into my eyes. In two seconds flat, I was on her, tearing Cathrin into tiny peaces. The glorious feel of flesh ripping, beautiful music of her screams, the wonderful metallic taste of her blood, puts me in a better mood. Eventually all is silent and still. I gracefully step away from my master peace. Red is everywhere. One of my men wretches. I smile sardonically from his reaction. I look down at the mess that was Cathrin. "You can die." I chirp merrily.

My mouth begins to throb again. I rub my face where the nasty scars will unfortunately remain, until I can go in for plastic surgery. It's a shame that silver affects shifters so horribly. My beautiful face is marred because of that whore. If she does happen to survive the mountain river, I'll need a scape goat to distract Liam from my escape. A crash sounds from the direction of the kitchen. Ah... No need for a goat, I already have a rooster.

"Oh rooster, it looks like you are still useful to me after all." I walk out of my room and down the stairs, to where that pesky pet is. He's found a butcher knife and is currently brandishing it as a weapon. I can smell the fear off of him. It's like an aphrodisiac to my system. He's finally figured out that he was never a guest, but a pawn for me to use as I wished. Stupid chicken.

"She was mine! That was the deal!" Wes shouts. The knife is shaking in his hand. I smirk at his stupidity.

"You said she was yours, I never agreed. It's your own fault for assuming that you could make orders in my home, on my land, with my hospitality. You're lucky that I'm letting you live." He inches slowly towards the front door. I study my nails as if I hadn't noticed. "Wes, I do believe you have a brain the size of a birds." I goad. He doesn't bother responding and sprints out the door, running into the woods for all he's worth.

"Sir should we go after him?" My new right hand man Harlow asks.

"Give him an hour's head start. Let him tire himself out. He won't get very far. Than hall him back. We will hand deliver him to my brother as the killer of his mate to make ourselves seem innocent. In the mean time, search the river for Skyker's body."

"Yes sir" Harlow bows, than takes two more men in search of that slut's body. My tongue is still in great pain. It will be a while before the rest of it will regenerate. I hate having a lisp. My fingernails dig achingly into my palms at the thought of how ugly I must look and stupid I must sound. If that whore isn't dead already, I'll make sure she wishes she were.