Rogues Wolf End~(McKayla Series Book 2)

Chapter 22~Bite Back

Mckayla
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My chest hummed with growls as I moved with speed unnatural to me. I was so wrapped in vexation seeing Cullen standing beside Sal that my mind seemed to misplace the memory that the jail like cell I was in had silver bars.

My hands scorched with agonizing pain as I stepped away.

Cullen looked fearful and appalled by my appearance. I could only imagine what he was seeing and thought. I was no longer the Mckayla he last saw.

"Kayla..." Elena's voice sang in my ear so soothing. "As your sire, let go of that temper of yours," she ordered.

I was about to snap at her turning towards her but when my eyes landed on hers I found myself not wanting to yell at Elena. I listened to her words closing my mouth and relaxing my shoulders. I don't think I felt this relaxed in weeks. My expression left its harden state changing to a solemn glare.

Sal smiled, clapping his hands as if he finished watching a magic trick. "Impressive..."

Part of my mind wanted to get angry by his amused look by Elena's control over me but I couldn't seem to feel the anger I knew I wanted. Instead, I was left with a feeling of an uncomfortable setting in myself.

"Tell her to do something else?"

Again I wanted to snarl and slam into my silver cell bars knowing I couldn't get through, but I just stood there.

Elena glared at me apologetically. "As your sire...come to me." My legs began to move before I could make the decision for myself. But I guess that was the whole point. I couldn't control my own actions and that feeling was s bitter as the taste of blood for the first time. I stood beside Elena quiet awaiting her next command as she brushed her hand down my arm. Our eyes linked and the small smile she displayed was a reassurance to me that things would be alright at the end. "Put both your hands on the bars."

I arched a brow all in the same motion of doing as she asked. I knew this was not going to feel great and I braced myself for the pain. When my hands wrapped around the silver bars that separated me from freedom, my hands began to scorch with agonizing pain shooting down my arms. I cringed as I kept my hands on the silver bars unable to move on self command. I understood that Elena was trying to make sure Sal saw that she had me under control so he wouldn't think anything of foul play. To say I waited patiently for Elena to give the order for me to let go, was saying it mildly. After a few more seconds, she told me to let go and I yanked my hands away, some of the flesh from the palms of my hands melted onto the silver bars. I hissed out from the pain, turning my back for only a moment to hide the pain that was evident on my face.

Grunting a few times more my mind whirled with promise to kill Sal. I only hoped Rogue would understand and not hate me for it but he was long over due for a nasty death. I snarled once, giving myself that promise.

"That was priceless..." Sal chuckled, clapping his hands as if he saw a world class performance. Elena controlling me like that was entertaining for him.

I turned back to face him and Cullen beside him. "I bet you just wish you could control me yourself." I couldn't help but point that out and rub it in his face. "What a fucking ashame you are not powerful enough to do that."

Sal's eyes darkened for a moment reacting to my words and I kept my face harden letting him know that he still hadn't broken me.

Sal walked up closer to the cage I was held within, a few of his rogues stepping up with him as his additional protectors.

"You worried I'll get you through these bars?" I asked.

Sal gave me a bemused expression. "Even when I have you at your weakest point your mouth still goes on as if you have the upper hand. You still no shit about keeping that mouth of yours closed." Sal eyes slowly swerved to Elena. His face squished into a sadistic frown, almost into a snake hissing expression as he spoke to Elena. "She needs discipline. Bite her."