Not a him (Editing)

chapter 28

My Nash was practically being eaten by a rogue. He was hurting my mate and didn't show any remorse at all. I might not be having a good moment with Nash, but no one touches my mate but me.

I was suddenly on top of the rogue hurting my mate. My jaw tightly around his neck, I snapped his neck with a quick flick of my head.

'I had him! Why did you kill him,' Nash yelled through our mind link.

'NO ONE HURTS MY MATE,' Piper screamed back, letting out a loud snarl.

Shock filled his feature as he stared at me.

A rogue lunged for Nash bit I jumped on it and snapped its neck quickly.

'Stop standing around and fight,' I snarled to Nash.

Snapping out of his trans, he fell into action.

Seeing he was handling his fight, I quickly paid attention to mine.

A female rogue, and she looked pissed. I think I just killed he mate.

She lunged at me but I dodged it. She fell back to the floor, landing on all fours. Once again she charged at me, but I dodged her razor sharp canines, and swiped my giant white paws across her side reaching far enough under her body to reach her abdomen. I know this because it spilled out from were my now bloody paw ripped a hole through her.

She fell to the floor with a thud, satisfying my killing instincts.

Lifting my paw to my mouth, I licked the blood staining my white fur.

Hearing a loud growl, I loomed to my left and say a hunter holding a gun to Jess.

I quickly got low to the ground and slowly stacked him. Once I was close enough to him I jumped up and pounced on him, my teeth sinking into his delicate flesh. I pulled my head way, teeth still in his neck, ripping his esophagus out.

I looked at Jess then went on to my next prey, and then the next one, then the next. I kept going, stocking then killing. Letting my killer out. The one I let out once and never let out again, scared of what I could and would do. Why didn't I ever do this again? I felt so alive, free, calm, in control. I never wanted to stop, ever. And neither did Piper. Why haven't we done this more often?

There was at least 100 of both hunters and rogues when I first arrived. Now there were only 10 rogues and 12 hunters, being I killed most of them.

I slowly stocked to the little cluster they were in, but stopped when my mate let out a loud dangers growl.

He was circling a man that held rage all over his figure and a gun in his hand.

"I want my family back," he yelled at Nash, sending a growl from me.

"We don't have your family," Nash said after he shifted.

I heard movement in front of me, making me snap my head to the sound.

The rogues and hunters jumped at my sudden movement of attention.

I found it very amusing how they were so scared for there life and decided to toy with them. I creped closer, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"Yes you do. You have my wife, Charlie, and my son, Stiles."

His words stopped my actions immediately
I shifted back, and immediately held him against a tree by his neck.

"So your the one he ran away from. You hunters make me sick," I snarled in his face.

He wiggled and whizzed trying to get air in my tight hold.