Page 15 of Rabid
One moment, he’s feet away from me, tossing my pants into a bush, and the next, he’s pinning me down. I try to scream, but his massive hand slams over my mouth, trapping my call for help as I’m held against the wet earth. Terrified and driven by raw panic, I struggle, flailing and kicking, trying to get him off of me.
“Fight me, Seneca,” he growls in my ear, grinding against me as I try to get out from underneath him.
I feel his hardness dig into my stomach like the threat it’s meant to be, and I hate the whimper of fear that’s smothered by the hand he has pressed bruisingly against my mouth.
“Fight me until you realize that you’re not going to win,” he grunts, shoving his knee roughly between my thighs.
I twist my body to keep him from angling my legs apart and scream against his hand. His evil eyes light up with excitement at the muffled noise before he licks up my neck and nips at my jaw. I battle and try to get him off of me, but he’s too big, too heavy, too powerful.
Anger and fear war inside my body. He couldn’t even let me settle. Couldn’t even let me enjoy the sacred moment of joining with my wolf before he pounced.
Hate consumes me.
“You thought you could run from me, that I wouldn’t hunt you down and take what’s mine. Don’t you get it by now? Iownyou. I’ve owned your sweet little cunt since the minute I strolled into this pack. I’ve waited patiently, put up with your bitch of a mother long enough, but I will not be denied a second longer. You aremine, Seneca Rain. You always have been, and now I’m going to make sure you always will be.”
He leans down and nips hard at my breast, making me jolt. His canines start to elongate, and I know this is a prequel to the claiming bite he’s about to give me against my will. I whimper against the uninvited touch and try to wiggle out from under him, but he just moans, like my every movement is turning him on more, like it’s going to get him off.
No.
The word snarls through me, more animal than human.
My vision bleeds red, and I can feel the wolf in me pushing to take over. I try to stop her from gaining control, terrified that if she does, Burke will call his own wolf and I’ll be forced to submit. I get one of my arms free from his hold and drag my nails down his face. I try to shove my fingers into his eyes, but he bellows in pain and turns his head, keeping me from doing the kind of damage I want.
Pain explodes in my cheek when he cocks back a fist and punches me. A ringing starts in my ear, and I’m momentarily stunned by the hit. Burke takes advantage by tearing off my underwear, but my lapse in conscious control also lets my wolf surge to the forefront. I scream as she fights her way through, clawing at my mind, my body, my spirit. My vision fractures when Burke forces my thighs apart, the colors around me becoming muted while the detail of everything sharpens.
Fingers dig into my flesh, trying to take what doesn’t belong to them, and all at once, I rip apart. All control is fully relinquished in a split second that seems to splitme. Agony is all I know as my bones splinter and my skin stretches, fur erupting over my body as sharp teeth punch through my gums.
A fury-filled snarl explodes out of my throat, and in a flash, clawed paws are raking against him. Strong limbs shove him away as I shift into my wolf, and she starts fighting tooth and claw. Burke falls backward from her sudden appearance, and my wolf lunges, snapping at him, sinking sharp teeth into the arm he raises to keep her from catching him in the throat. He might be bigger than us, but my wolf issavage.
“You fucking bitch!” he screams, but my wolf doesn’t back off. Instead, she bears down, shaking her head hard as she tries to rip his arm from his body. She tosses the bastard around like a fucking rag doll, but then there’s the sound of his splintering bones as he calls on his wolf and starts to shift.
Fear strikes through me as I wait for my wolf to react to his, but she’s too busy mauling him to care. Blood coats my beast’s tongue, and the taste spurs her on. She abandons her hold on his arm mid-shift and flings herself at him, but he pivots just enough that she tears into his shoulder instead of his face. Fur explodes through his skin, and Burke’s yelling morphs into a deep, vicious growl as he completes his transformation.
As soon as his hands turn into paws, my wolf surges for his neck, shoving the massive black wolf onto its back with immense strength. I’m shocked that she doesn’t submit to him, even though we can feel him try to push at us with alpha power. Burke yelps, but there’s no hesitation, no submission, not even any mercy from her. She wants to rip his throat out and shred his body, and I can see the surprise flash through his wolf.
Teeth sink into my foreleg, making pain shoot through me as Burke thrashes underneath me. A menacing growl rips from my wolf’s throat as she snaps at his face, swiping at him with her front paws at the same time. Then it becomes a blur of fangs, fur, and fury as the wolves bite and tear into one another. Burke keeps trying to force me to submit, snarling at me and trying to put me on my back, but my wolf is not fucking having it.
It’s as though she’s lost to the bloodlust, broken with her need to destroy this male wolf and anyone else who would think to harm us. Her furor is a sight to behold, a visceral feeling pumping through our veins. It makes me feel both unhinged and unstoppable. It doesn’t matter what injuries Burke inflicts, my wolf isn’t stopping until the ground is bathed in his blood and his throat’s been torn open, his life crushed between her teeth.
Together, we are not timid. We are not submissive. We are not omega. And we willnotlet him claim us.
My wolf surges with a strength that matches Burke’s, flooding our spirits with vicious enmity. He will take his last breath with us standing victoriously over his body, and then he’ll know he should have never fucked with me.
Burke tries to throw my wolf off-balance, but she clamps onto his ear for his efforts. He yelps and yanks his head away, leaving part of his ear in her mouth. She spits it out, just as he raises his head and lets out a deafening howl.
Outrage courses through us. My wolf is furious by this weak alpha’s call for help, at his inability to face her, and then even more disgusted when Burke tries to turn away and run.
Fucking coward.
She pounces on him, clamping onto the back of his neck in an unforgiving bite. Her hind paws do their best to shred the skin and muscle of his back, loin, and flanks, while her forepaws dig into his shoulders and withers. When he yelps, she sinks her teeth deeper and deeper into his neck. It’s not a killing bite, but it’s a good hold, and he’s tiring. The sharp scent of fear has entered these woods, and it doesn’t belong to us.
But before she can maneuver into a killing blow, the distinct sound of our pack members on both paws and feet are rushing our way. My wolf snarls and shakes Burke by the back of the neck, and he growls, trying to throw us off of him. It doesn’t work. Wrath pumps through our veins, and my wolf is pissed that dishonorable mongrels are running to stop a fight their alpha started.Where the hell were they when this piece of shit dragged me off and tried to rape me?
I know I’ll be outnumbered soon, and maybe a normal wolf would run, but my wolf doesn’t feelnormal, and she has no intention of giving up this fight.
Burke rolls us into a tree, and even though it hurts her, she refuses to let go. It’s like the pain parts of her mind are shut off, because all she can focus on is the kill. Wolves howl in the distance, closing in on us, and she tries to muscle Burke into a better position so she can kill him before they arrive. He fights her, but inch by inch, she’s getting closer to the upper hand, and the whimper he releases says he knows it.
Need for his blood surges through us as she gets closer to that sweet spot of his throat. But there’s an odd pop that echoes around the forest all around us, and then something pierces my flank. She ignores the stinging sensation, keeping her focus on Burke’s wolf as paws run for us. She lets out a snarl with a mouthful of fur, muscles tensing in preparation to be attacked, just as another wolf hurtles into view.
