Torn

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Mason was on his back, raising his arms in a reflexive action to try and stop the freaking huge boulder heading his way from actually squashing him.

The summoner didn't look like he was going to stop at any point and his eyes held such a satisfied gleam. Mason was in genuine danger.

I don't think I've ever been this scared.

Not even when he almost got caught by the hunters.

I ran out into that field, pushing myself as hard as I possibly could. I had to get to him. I had to. I didn't even know what I'd do when I got there but suddenly, the distance between me and the boys was getting shorter and shorter.

I knew I couldn't stop the boulder but I could stop the summoner. With a snarl, I was upon him, holding him up by his filthy collar.

I was about to rip his bloody head off.

“Stop!” it was the only voice that could stop me.

I turned to Dean, who must have woken up with the waves of pure despair I was sending out. Not to mention the panic that Mason must surely be feeling.

Slowly, I let the whimpering wolf touch the ground. I didn't let him go. I wanted blood for what he tried to do.

“Stop” Dean said, softer now, raising up a hand of supplication. A growl started to rumble in my chest, warning him not to get too close to me and my prey.

“Mason is fine” he told me. I turned back to Mason. He was still laying on the floor in apparent relief, the boulder laying harmlessly a few inches away from his feet.

The wolf whimpered again and I shook him to shut him up.

“You can't kill him” Dean said lowly. I wasn't thinking straight, I knew that, but I couldn't help myself. This wolf had almost killed Mason. That couldn't be forgiven.

“It's a misunderstanding. We were only practicing. It wasn't really fighting” the wolf protested. I snarled at him again.