clear thought on Dalton’s part; he simply ripped apart anything that got in his way. One after another he tore off limbs, broke necks, and ripped heads from bodies. And with every kill he felt himself let go a little bit more. He had never allowed his beast free reign. It was too dangerous because the darkness inside of him only grew with bloodlust. But without Jewel, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. The darkness could swallow him whole for all he cared. After ripping the head off of the female vampire that had been standing with the leader of the coven, Dalton turned slowly, surveying the damage. Blood coated the floor and walls like paint. Body parts were strewn everywhere around the chamber. There wasn’t a single limb left attached to a torso. Movement to his right caught his eye and he turned pulling his lips back from his teeth. A snarl rose in his chest as he stared at the male vampire that had directed the parade of little bodies. This one should die slowly, his wolf told him. Dalton agreed. Perhaps, we can start with the belly. He can still live for a while without his intestines. We will just have to be careful not to sever the spine. Yes, Dalton thought, yes this one would suffer greatly. But he knew that his control was not enough to drag out the monster’s death. Unfortunately, his current prey’s pain would end much too quickly.
The vampire crouched down in a predatory stance; his body poised for attack. Dalton wanted to laugh. This one didn’t have a chance in hell of leaving the death filled room. He circled slowly as the vamp did the same. Deliberately, one step after another while trying to avoid tripping over the slick debris on the ground, they both looked for the precise moment to attack. Dalton growled low, every tooth exposed, while the vampire hissed, his fingers extending into razor sharp claws. As if in response to some audible signal that only they could hear, both of the predators leapt at once.
They met in the center of the chamber in a flurry of fangs and claws. The fight was over as quickly as it had begun. The vampire, who was used to preying upon helpless children, was woefully unprepared to deal with a wolf as power as Dalton. The wolf lunged low, clamping down on the vampires upper thigh. The creature screamed in agony as Dalton lifted his head and slammed the vampire down onto his back. Dalton didn’t even pause as he leapt up onto the monster, pinning him to the ground with his powerful forepaws. He tore into the man’s abdomen and the screams only fueled his hunger. Teeth and claws dug into flesh, over and over again, until the screams were gone and his prey’s body went slack. It was over. Much too quickly, he’d destroyed his foe. Dalton looked up from his latest kill looking for more. His eyes landed on two other wolves and a fae woman. She was powerful. She would be a good fight.
Her eyes met his in a clear challenge. More blood, more death, until we can’t feel anymore, until we can’t feel anything ― not pain, not pleasure, nothing. His wolf felt the effect of the missing bond, the effect of their mate being taken so completely away from them. Only in death could such a thing be possible; there was no other explanation. We will follow her. Alpha will eventually take us down. Images of carnage, of death and chaos, flowed into the man from the wolf. Yes, Dalton agreed as he stalked towards the female who was locked with his gaze. A deep growl rumbled from the huge white wolf as it stepped forward in front of the fae. Mates, his wolf snarled, being reminded of what they no longer had. That was all it took. He lunged, teeth bared, ready to sink them into her neck.
Dalton knew the moment his life was forfeited as he laid in his human form crushed beneath two seething males.
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