Whispers of Hope- Book # 3 (Mated Hearts Series) Complete

Chapter 19 (Marissa)

"Whispers of Hope”

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Chapter 19 (Marissa)

“Antonio Russo”.  After living for so long and then suddenly realizing that your father isn’t who you thought he was can be quite a shock.  Realizing that he is a brutal, unforgiving mafia king is something else all together.  I don’t want to meet him, I don’t ever want to talk to him and if possible,  I don’t ever want to hear his name spoken in my prescence again.   

I was almost to the classroom door when the hackles on the back of my neck began to rise.  Something was happening, something that had my body on a full scale alert.  Then I heard the commotion coming from behind me.  “What the heck” I mumbled slowly turning around.

At first, all I could see were student’s jumping up, trying to see for themselves what was going on.  Then the smell it me.  I couldn’t describe it.  It was just so tempting, so aromatic that I was instantly drawn to it like a bear would be drawn to an open jar of honey.

I took one step forward, then another and another as the scent grew stronger and stronger.  Before I knew it I was off and running.  I couldn’t stop myself.  Whatever was down the hall was something that I had to have. 

My body was coiled tight and my skin suddenly so sensitive as I made my way for forward.  It was becoming more and more imperative that I get to whatever that smell was. 

Hunt.  Prey.  The words whispered in my mind and for a moment I faltered in my steps, hunt….prey…..I didn’t understand.  What was I hunting?  Why was I hunting for prey?  Blood.  The smell of blood and something else was right there in front of me. Fear.  The fear of my prey. 

Nothing else mattered anymore.  I could feel my body starting to change on it’s own once the deer was in my sights.  I was salivating at the mere thought of feeling it’s neck between my teeth, it’s blood running down my throat, it’s lifeless body between my paws.

I was positioned to lunge when I felt something hard and unrelenting come at me from the side.  Out of instinct I tried to turn strike out at me attacker but I couldn\'t move.  I found myself shoved against the locker face first.  An angry warning growl escaped from somewhere low in my chest from being restrained.  I was going to hurt somebody, they were letting my prey get away. 

“Calm. Down.”  the male voice from behind me spoke.  “Reign her in Marissa”  he said again.  

I was still fighting.  I heard his words distantly but I wanted my prey more and I would be damned if anything was going to get in my way.  Another snarl escaped my lips as I tried to buck back at the same time. 

“Marissa” the voice barked out, harsher this time, “Call your wolf in now,” he ordered.

That tone just pissed me off even more.  With one last renewed struggle I managed to free one of my hands and twist it just right so that I could lift it and drag it across my captors face.  Four angry red lines appeared on his cheek welling with blood bringing me a strange sense of satisfaction.

”Dammit female” the guy cursed and enclosed my free hand in a grip of steel, locking it above my head.  “You have to get a control on her”, he bit out between gritted teeth.

I tried once again to get free but with no luck.  He had the lower half of my body pinned with his restricting any movement, his chest pressed against mine and my arms shackled above my head.  I couldn’t move an inch to save my life.

Another low intimidating growl ripped through the hallway.  So low, so dangerous that only ones with hearing like our kind would have understood it.