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

Defeated

The NightHunter Alpha scooped me under my arms and hurled me across the room.

I crashed over a chair and hit a wall, rolling to the floor and huffing to catch my breath.

Mary's blue eyes flicked to me.

I gave her a hard look. Not yet.

The longer I could stall, the further away the aggressive NightHunter guards would be from their base.

It was clear he intended to be far more aggressive than I'd planned for.

I slid my feet under me and rose. Lifting my head with all the pride of a hundred Gallions descendants behind me.

"Oh, a tough one, are you?" He marched across the room. His dirty hands already lifting toward me. "That's okay. Breaking the proud ones is always the most gratifying."

He was still aimed for me with dark intent. "I suppose I should've told you. I save all tenderness for my mate, all you get...Is to bleed."

He reached me and tossed me to the floor. Ripping more of my dress loose with his other hand. Tossing me like I was no more than a small log. In the process, the back of my head whacked the compacted dirt floor, possibly a rock. And immediately my vision blurred.

I went limp briefly and realized I was going to pass out. Instead, I forced myself up, fighting through the haze, to scurry further back from him. Blinking heavily, as I attempted to banish the dizziness gripping me. I felt it, to verify the blade remained in its place.

It hasn't fallen out yet.

"You just keep getting back up, don't you?" He walked over and kicked me hard in the side.

I heard a small sound and looked over to Mary who was biting her bottom lip. Her shoulders tensing and leaning toward me as he kicked me again in the bicep. I kept my gaze locked on her. Telling myself that every moment I bought us, was a fraction more my mates would be safer. I separated from the pain. Feeling that lightheadedness and queasy feeling that indicated I might fall into the tremors.

No.

Not now.

"They always start with spirit." He growled through clenched teeth. Crawling over my stomach with his knees along my sides. "But by the time I'm done. All they do is cry and obey my direction. You're going to be the sweetest treat. I'm going to make you crawl to me."

I'll never crawl to you.

I thought he would punch me in truth but instead of hauling back his fist, as I feared he would, he reached for his pants and freed himself. Letting out a long bobbing member that was already rigid with excitement.

In the distance there was another broken, whining howl.

I thought he might hear it, almost hoped this time. I was beginning to wonder how much more of this beating I could take.

He was substantially bigger than me and already I'd struck my head at least once. I'd been fighting the tremors, nearly since I walked in the door, and he was now prepared to abuse me on this dirt floor.

His body was filthy, even that rod was covered in something dark and dirty. Everything about him was slimy and disgusting and I was never going to let him where my mates belonged.

He ripped the other side of my dress and leaned over me. Catching a fistful of blonde hair at the top of my head to hiss in my ear with foul breath. "Hope you're ready to be rode into the dirt, Pretty."

He nestled between my legs, sifting through my skirts to find me.

I tipped my head back and gave a frenzied howl for help. Long and mournful.

He paused, his brows furrowing as he looked down. "Who did you just call to?"

"You'll find out."

"They'll not get here in time." He said evilly. Tossing up my skirts and positioning over me while he prodded with his length.

My head turned to look at Mary.

And she saw in my face, that it was time.

Mary, the mage's, blue eyes began to swirl with an unholy light, as if a hurricane lived within them. She clenched her fingers and lifted her hands and water rose from the buckets. Sloshing over him in a cold torrent.

He gave an objecting yelp and glared at her. "You think a bit of water will stop me."

"I think that bit of water will be enough to slow you." She gave him an expressionless look. "Until the rest gets here."

She threw an arm before her and it sent one of the buckets, still dripping with water, at him. Full and heavy, it launched into his midsection and tossed him several feet from me.

I climbed to my feet and held my dress over me as best as I could. Retrieving the dagger from my waist. Grateful to find it still there. Though it felt like the handle had dug in beneath my ribs during his tossing me about.

Probably more than once.

I held it out in a trembling hand.

The huge, scarred NightHunter snorted on laughter. "Is this supposed to scare me?"

He slinked before me. Pacing a short distance away. Tossing his head to look at me. "Two tiny girls?"

He threw back his head and bellowed with laughter. "I'll fuck you both dry. And hear your wails by morning light. Whomever you call, won't be enough..."

"You don't know my mates..." I growled.

There was a wailing howl. Broken off sharply in the distance.

His head popped up. "What is that?"

"You don't know the wailing cries of your own mate?" I hissed the words. "Sweet old Marta...Tied to a tree, under the Mating Moon. Well within reach of your last three camps."

His arrogant, laughing expression vanished and he immediately looked at the door.

"You won't be fast enough..." I taunted. Giving him a dark look.

"You bitch!"

***

Hawk woke blearily to sounds nearby. He'd already become acclimated to the sounds of the crying she-wolf.

This was a different sound.

He weakly lifted his head to see out the doorway of the hut. Seeing the shimmering outline of a figure moving before the darkening woods. He had to squint one eye closed to try and focus. His head feeling like it weighed far too much on his shoulders. He tilted it, in an effort to clear his mind.

Instead, his head clattered to the wooden floor as unconsciousness swallowed him in a single bite.

"Did you hear that?" Rebekah asked the massive figure next to her.

"I did." He growled.

Just then a hut seemed to appear from nowhere. Surrounded by a huge moat of murky water which seemed to flow endlessly. The dark wooden structure sticking out like a sore thumb now that it was revealed amidst the trees.

The water sloshed against the bottom.

Just then they heard male grunting and female yipping drawing their attention from the structure.

There was a gray wolf with touches of white along the fur bound by green threads to a tree. Cowered on her belly on the ground. Being mounted by a large dark, male who was eagerly rutting her. His teeth gripping her scruff viciously.

Rebekah gasped in horror, but a huge hand shielded her eyes and turned her face away before she'd fully seen what was happening.

"Keep moving." Fury said gruffly. "And stay close."

She peered up at him. "Are you being protective?"

"Possessive."He corrected.