Jagged Embrace

Chapter 93 - Will

They moved through the woodland, quick and quiet. Turned out Maeve learned better with on-the-job training versus the sessions they had. Ander was in the lead as they agreed over dinner. Will didn't like it, but he'd told Ander he was calling the shots, so he didn't have a choice.

Most of the time retrievals were easy and fun, even if there were monsters with the items. But every time Will saw that damn sling, all he could think of was pulling out Ander of that filthy water. How close he'd been to death - again. Will couldn't decide who wanted to kill Ander more, the world and all its monsters, or Ander himself. Didn't matter. The monsters and Ander could fuck off. Will refused to let it happen. No one was taking Ander from him. Not without taking him out first.

They made good time and got to the cotton mill with no interruptions. Heading in after the rangers' rounds. Will paused when Ander did and held Maeve in place. The scent of the forest called out to him. Urges to leave and hunt, pulled at him. A deer had been there recently, tempting him again. He gnashed his teeth, forcing himself to remain rooted to the spot.

A light breeze carried Maeve's scent to him. Damn, she smelled good. He turned, flicking his eyes toward her. She was aroused. She wanted to fuck now? His mouth salivated. It was like she was in his brain. He'd chase her through the woods till they found a clearing. She would look glorious in the moonlight riding him. His dick roused and encouraged his musings.

Quite suddenly, the sick feeling of corruption crawled over his skin as they trudged closer to the ruins, just inside the dense thicket. The revenant half-breed must've sensed them. It appeared in the same suit it'd worn before. He had to eradicate the abomination.

His body tensed. Something touched his arm. Will whipped his head around to find Maeve's hand resting there with a startled expression. Her bottom lip trembled, but she didn't move. He stretched his jaw and turned back to the monster.

Ander glared back at him. Were his eyes glowing? Must be a trick of light. Ander held up a palm and slinked away. Will didn't want to wait, he wanted that fucker's head.

Maeve's hand slipped into his. He almost jerked his hand away, but forced himself not to. He needed the revenant's blood on his hands. Fuck cutting it's head off. He would rip it off. Again, his mouth salivated, but this time because of the promise of violence.

Maeve squeezed his hand. He snapped his head back to her, baring his teeth.

Destroy the abomination, the guttural voice demanded. We can feast on her later, it barked at him.

Wanted to stay here with her. Wanted to listen to Ander. It was so fucking noisy in his mind. Louder and louder the voices grew, mixing into a slurry of dissonance until it made his head pound.

Move! it demanded.

Will ripped his hand from Maeve's and charged the revenant.