The Pack Girl's Retribution (Sequel to The Pack's Girl)

Taking Them On

I crouched and as the wolf leapt, I slid to my back and lifted the blade to jam it into the wolf's underside. Dragging it the length of the beast's body. Splitting it open and sending its entrails spilling onto the floor.

The second man was a heartbeat behind him and was suddenly over me. He dropped to his knees to hover over me, pinning me to the ground and lifted his fists to begin pummeling me. I instinctively threw my arms over my face to block his hits but before they could rain down on me the original black wolf with white striped over his shoulders and framing the sides of his snout thudded across the room and hit the man so violently that he sent him tumbling off me.

The man spun on to his feet to confront the wolf but by now the other two who looked so similar to the original, were slinking closer. Their thickly muscled shoulders bunching and curving over them as they edged threatening forward. Their pointed teeth bared in vicious snarls which indicated their virulent intent.

When they dived on him it was in a solid mass. And their wrenching teeth tore away chunks of flesh. Sending blood crashing over me in a wild spray.

I blinked hard, immediately dizzied. Feeling extreme heat wash over me, I tried to hold stead. Tried to slow my breathing but immediately that stream of blood splattering me took me back again. I felt myself already shuddering as my back bowed and I tipped back over my feet. My shoulders thudding along the floor and my hair flopping around me as I convulsed so ferociously that I could hear my own elbows banging on the floor but could do nothing to stop the wild tremors. I made a wheezing noise as I tried to call out for help. But my numbed brain wouldn't properly convey messages pouring from my head.

I'm utterly helpless.

All I could do was stare in the direction of the other slaughtered beasts. Seeing they were still.

No threat.

I could hear my strong mates shredding the man behind me but couldn't force my head to turn that direction.

Finally, I heard one of the triplets shouting my name and heard them all descending around me.

Someone was lifting my head to try to keep me up, but I was finding it nearly impossible to look at them. My eyes bulging from my face and bits of foam seeping from the corners of my mouth.

"I have to get Rebekah." Racer said and he climbed to his feet and was gone nearly as fast.

He tossed open the door and leapt from the steps.

He was gone as fast as we'd arrived here.

He was swerving through the bodies all over the ground.

The destruction we had wrought.

Staring toward the doorway I met the dead eyed gaze of the girl I had wished to save.

The woman that could've been me.

I could've been the pack bitch if Edrick or Draven had allowed.

My body was beginning to ease, and I was able to look up at the eyes staring down at me.

A pained green gaze.

Vanquish.

I was certain that he and the other two would've never allowed me to be the Asara's Pack Bitch.

Not even if they'd gone on thinking I was an unattractive, chubby creature.

They were taking care of me even before they knew.

They'd already wanted me...

But the girl whom I stared at now...

No one had wanted her.