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the coffee table and Cass, crashing into Preston with a
sickening thud. She heard the sound of Preston hitting the floor, punctuated
quickly by the hard crack of skull on hardwood. She rolled forward on to the
couch and jumped to her feet.
Brutal, savage noises filled the living room: growling, the
sound of bones snapping like twigs, a gurgled cry, a high-pitched “No!” and a
muffled scream that could have come from a small child. Preston’s cries grew
more panicked, and in only a few seconds they were garbled, frantic nonsense
spilling out between horrific howls.
Then he was silent.
Cass was afraid to look.
A new scent filled the air. It was part wolf – a heady musk
born of pine and earth and sweat – and part fresh, salty blood. Cass wasn’t
sure how she knew this, but she knew . She breathed it deeply. It
was Preston’s blood. And instead of being repulsed, or terrified, Cass was
filled with an incredible thrill. Her pulse pounded in her ears. Her skin
tingled, and a single name repeated in her consciousness.
Collin .
He was real. She could almost taste him. She could feel the
blood flowing down her throat as it was his, thick and hot like syrup.
And she loved it.
Cass walked slowly around the couch to find the wolf
standing over Preston’s mauled body. The man, her ex-boyfriend, her abuser, her
former lover, who was once her only hope in this world, was clearly dead. His
throat had been gashed. His chest looked crushed and sunken. His hands, frozen,
clawed helplessly at the air in front of him. His eyes were wide open and still
filled with a primordial panic. Sheer terror.
The wolf grunted each time he exhaled. The beast seemed
twice as large as before. He was as long as Preston’s prone body, as tall as
the wood stove, and his shoulders rippled with muscle. He turned to face Cass
as she was considering kneeling next to him. His snout and jowls were coated in
stringy blood and sinew. He was the picture of rage. His eyes, still a hot
orange, burned into Cass’s soul. She felt him then, for a long second, and she
was nearly knocked back by his anger.
But she wasn’t afraid.
“Collin?” Cass whispered.
The wolf blinked, as if stunned.
“Is that you?”
The wolf turned back to Preston and sniffed the dead man
once. Then, in a gruesome dip of the head, he clamped his jaws around Preston’s
neck and bit down until blood oozed around his powerful teeth. With surprising
grace, the wolf lifted and dragged the man’s body past Cass like a cat toying
with a dead lizard; when he reached the broken-out picture window, he adjusted
his deathly grip and leapt into the night.
All that was left was a thin trail of crimson.
Cass shivered in the frigid night air. Her shirt was torn,
her jeans and panties strewn on the floor and soaking in a shiny pool of
Preston’s blood. She started to shake violently, clutching her arms over herself
and backing toward the bathroom. She locked herself in and cranked the shower
high and hot, and then stood under the stream until water and tears ran freely
down her body. She peeled off her soaked shirt and it felt like she was pulling
off her skin.
Preston’s nails had left gashes on her hips and thighs, and
the red welts stung when Cass began soaping herself. She hadn’t lost the taste
and scent of the wolf’s attack. Her entire body was energized, even as she
sobbed. She screamed and screamed, filled with fear and rage and lust and
confusion until a stark realization struck like a crack of thunder.
As the bathroom grew thick with steam, Cass braced herself
against the shower stall’s plastic walls and bowed her head.
She was reborn.
~~~
When Cass stepped back in to the living room, the wolf had
returned and her heart swelled in her chest. She was instantly dizzy. She had
no more reservations.
“Collin,” she said.
The wolf watched her, his eyes green once more.
Cass dipped her head to study the blood at her feet.
Considering Preston’s size, the
sickening thud. She heard the sound of Preston hitting the floor, punctuated
quickly by the hard crack of skull on hardwood. She rolled forward on to the
couch and jumped to her feet.
Brutal, savage noises filled the living room: growling, the
sound of bones snapping like twigs, a gurgled cry, a high-pitched “No!” and a
muffled scream that could have come from a small child. Preston’s cries grew
more panicked, and in only a few seconds they were garbled, frantic nonsense
spilling out between horrific howls.
Then he was silent.
Cass was afraid to look.
A new scent filled the air. It was part wolf – a heady musk
born of pine and earth and sweat – and part fresh, salty blood. Cass wasn’t
sure how she knew this, but she knew . She breathed it deeply. It
was Preston’s blood. And instead of being repulsed, or terrified, Cass was
filled with an incredible thrill. Her pulse pounded in her ears. Her skin
tingled, and a single name repeated in her consciousness.
Collin .
He was real. She could almost taste him. She could feel the
blood flowing down her throat as it was his, thick and hot like syrup.
And she loved it.
Cass walked slowly around the couch to find the wolf
standing over Preston’s mauled body. The man, her ex-boyfriend, her abuser, her
former lover, who was once her only hope in this world, was clearly dead. His
throat had been gashed. His chest looked crushed and sunken. His hands, frozen,
clawed helplessly at the air in front of him. His eyes were wide open and still
filled with a primordial panic. Sheer terror.
The wolf grunted each time he exhaled. The beast seemed
twice as large as before. He was as long as Preston’s prone body, as tall as
the wood stove, and his shoulders rippled with muscle. He turned to face Cass
as she was considering kneeling next to him. His snout and jowls were coated in
stringy blood and sinew. He was the picture of rage. His eyes, still a hot
orange, burned into Cass’s soul. She felt him then, for a long second, and she
was nearly knocked back by his anger.
But she wasn’t afraid.
“Collin?” Cass whispered.
The wolf blinked, as if stunned.
“Is that you?”
The wolf turned back to Preston and sniffed the dead man
once. Then, in a gruesome dip of the head, he clamped his jaws around Preston’s
neck and bit down until blood oozed around his powerful teeth. With surprising
grace, the wolf lifted and dragged the man’s body past Cass like a cat toying
with a dead lizard; when he reached the broken-out picture window, he adjusted
his deathly grip and leapt into the night.
All that was left was a thin trail of crimson.
Cass shivered in the frigid night air. Her shirt was torn,
her jeans and panties strewn on the floor and soaking in a shiny pool of
Preston’s blood. She started to shake violently, clutching her arms over herself
and backing toward the bathroom. She locked herself in and cranked the shower
high and hot, and then stood under the stream until water and tears ran freely
down her body. She peeled off her soaked shirt and it felt like she was pulling
off her skin.
Preston’s nails had left gashes on her hips and thighs, and
the red welts stung when Cass began soaping herself. She hadn’t lost the taste
and scent of the wolf’s attack. Her entire body was energized, even as she
sobbed. She screamed and screamed, filled with fear and rage and lust and
confusion until a stark realization struck like a crack of thunder.
As the bathroom grew thick with steam, Cass braced herself
against the shower stall’s plastic walls and bowed her head.
She was reborn.
~~~
When Cass stepped back in to the living room, the wolf had
returned and her heart swelled in her chest. She was instantly dizzy. She had
no more reservations.
“Collin,” she said.
The wolf watched her, his eyes green once more.
Cass dipped her head to study the blood at her feet.
Considering Preston’s size, the
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