Connell

Chapter Thirty

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I think those words do more to my wolf than anything else has before.

Of everything we've been through, all of the hurt and betrayal. . . the anger she feels in this moment doesn't compare. Nothing else suffices.

She is going to kill him.

Once the strongest part of me has now become the most vile. The most raw and broken. She rips her way through my soul with a loud snarl that shakes the room. My clothes are torn to pieces, my body now becoming her own. She is now in full control of me, and there's no turning back.

I don't even get a chance to truly think over his words before she is running out of the room. Past Amell, past the Royal guards, past the omegas and anyone else that stands in her way. I feel as though I'm riding a wild horse, bucking and kicking its way to freedom while I desperately try to hold on.

I have no power.

But for once, I let her break free.

People are screaming and yelling, but it all becomes a blur. I imagine many are chasing us, but she doesn't once slow down. She has her sights set on freedom, of the woods. Of killing Caine. The scent of fresh air urges her on.

Children scream as their mothers grab them, pulling them away and shielding them away. She cares for no one except her pack in this moment, of making sure they are safe.

The front doors of the castle are large and hard to miss. Thick oak wood covers their entirety, tall and carved. They are closed, and no one moves to open them. My wolf comes to a halt, the rug underneath of her catching and folding over. She whips around, snarling at the audience she has created. She doesn't know how else to escape.

"Althea!" Amell yells. My wolf quickly turns to him, growling at his presence without any fear of his power. It does not affect her in the slightest.

He stops walking when she snaps at him, a false strike that makes him clench his jaw. I can feel the room freeze from her actions, everyone becoming still. Saliva drips from her mouth, the hair on her back standing up. She doesn't back down.

Her growls become louder when he starts slowly coming towards her again, and she backs up with every step he takes. Her hind legs then hit the door, making her halt. She tries to snap at him again, and he stops a distance away.

Amell has a hard look on his face. Almost determined. She doesn't know what this means, and so her snarls become more deadly.

He holds her stare. And looking through my wolf's eyes, he sees me. I know he does. He doesn't look away.

"Let me open the door, Althea," he says quietly, and it causes my wolf to falter, straining her ears to hear.

I did not expect his words, and it seems my wolf didn't either. She's frozen in her spot, a low growl still simmering in the back of her throat. She doesn't know what to do. I can't make her move.

Kyran stands behind Amell, also seeming frozen in his spot, unknowing of what's to happen.

Amell begins to slowly come closer again, and like a frightened deer, my wolf tries to back up further against the door. It is all a facade. She is terrified, yet continues to growl at him as if she holds any power.

He walks towards her at an angle, coming closer to her left side, and it makes her back slide against the wall, moving away from the door as she tries to keep their distance. Eventually, she is no longer blocking the way out.

Amell now stands in front of it, keeping his eyes solely on her. He seems to keep his movements cautious, as if to not frighten her any further.

Slowly, he turns the handle and opens the door. With a loud creak, the entire foyer fills with light from the outside. It makes my wolf stop all of her movements, waiting; watching his every move.