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was pregnant and pissed, a lethal combination. She tore after him, slashing and clawing. A scratch on his forehead had the fur there staining red. Still, he continued after her, landing blows of his own. When he tried to circle her, she pounded, landing on his tail and sliding her foot backward to yank it. Charles snapped at her and gave a low howl.
Maybe it was a warning cry. For whatever reason, the other coyotes came in. Two uncles and another brother. Tears welled in her eyes. Stupid hormones. She didn’t have time to feel betrayed. Her uncles joined her father against Devan, while Devan had the size advantage, he had just battled against several wolves, and he was taking a beating here. Before she could reach him, her other brother, Andy, cut her off.
Her entire apartment was far too small for them to be in it, her bedroom that much smaller. It was now impossible to dart around and dodge blows. One paw connected with her temple so hard she couldn’t see for a second. She launched herself at Charles, and they tumbled, rolling, fighting for dominance and the high ground. They ran out of space at her window, she trapped below him. His right forepaw wound up for a striking blow.
Before he could hit her, she kicked and shoved him away with all of her weight. His heavy body crashed into the window. It shattered, and his howl turned desperate as he fell the three stories to the ground. He landed on his feet, but his left legs were bent, maybe broken.
More howls sounded, and Kyla barely had time to duck out of the way as Andy and her uncles jumped out of the window. Only her father remained. He stalked toward her, hatred in his eyes, visible in his straight ears and raised hackles. He snapped at her, teeth almost connecting with her neck. Then he also jumped down. The five coyotes took off, Charles trailing behind the others.
Dimly, she realized she was back in human form. Devan walked toward her and collapsed. She barely caught him as he slid to the floor.
“We have to go,” he murmured. Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
She wiped it away tenderly. Already sirens sounded. Someone had heard their fighting and called the police. He was right. They had to leave, and immediately.
Somehow, she was able to get him into her car, and they drove off. Another aimless drive. Once they neared the Minnesota border, she felt they were far enough away to risk pulling over. Devan had fallen asleep hours ago, and she couldn’t hold out any longer herself.
Gingerly, so as not to hurt either of them, she climbed onto his lap. Even in his sleep, his arms circled around her automatically. She rested her head on his shoulder, and she joined him in dreamland. There, at least, she had a real chance at happiness. Her life, it seemed, would never travel down that road.
CHAPTER TEN
Only once before had Devan been this sore, beaten, bloodied, and bruised. When Warrick had first taken over the pack after their father passed away—strangely and without anyone knowing for certain why, although Devan thought a certain wolf might have played a role in his death—Devan had been the only one to challenge him. Warrick easily overpowered him, but Devan had been an arrogant wolf at the time and thought that since his brother was too selfish to be alpha, he had to be the one to take the title away, and so he had fought on, struggling through pain. The bout had lasted for half the night before his body just gave out and he submitted to his brother.
But Warrick had been even worse as an alpha than Devan had feared and eventually he left. He turned his back on his pack because he knew that if he faced his brother again in combat, his brother would be the victor and this time, Warrick would kill him, that he would never accept his submission again.
His wolf demanded rest to try to heal, but he stayed awake to keep Kyla company. She was on edge, he could tell, from the way her brows furrowed to her fingers tapping against the wheel. Some
Maybe it was a warning cry. For whatever reason, the other coyotes came in. Two uncles and another brother. Tears welled in her eyes. Stupid hormones. She didn’t have time to feel betrayed. Her uncles joined her father against Devan, while Devan had the size advantage, he had just battled against several wolves, and he was taking a beating here. Before she could reach him, her other brother, Andy, cut her off.
Her entire apartment was far too small for them to be in it, her bedroom that much smaller. It was now impossible to dart around and dodge blows. One paw connected with her temple so hard she couldn’t see for a second. She launched herself at Charles, and they tumbled, rolling, fighting for dominance and the high ground. They ran out of space at her window, she trapped below him. His right forepaw wound up for a striking blow.
Before he could hit her, she kicked and shoved him away with all of her weight. His heavy body crashed into the window. It shattered, and his howl turned desperate as he fell the three stories to the ground. He landed on his feet, but his left legs were bent, maybe broken.
More howls sounded, and Kyla barely had time to duck out of the way as Andy and her uncles jumped out of the window. Only her father remained. He stalked toward her, hatred in his eyes, visible in his straight ears and raised hackles. He snapped at her, teeth almost connecting with her neck. Then he also jumped down. The five coyotes took off, Charles trailing behind the others.
Dimly, she realized she was back in human form. Devan walked toward her and collapsed. She barely caught him as he slid to the floor.
“We have to go,” he murmured. Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
She wiped it away tenderly. Already sirens sounded. Someone had heard their fighting and called the police. He was right. They had to leave, and immediately.
Somehow, she was able to get him into her car, and they drove off. Another aimless drive. Once they neared the Minnesota border, she felt they were far enough away to risk pulling over. Devan had fallen asleep hours ago, and she couldn’t hold out any longer herself.
Gingerly, so as not to hurt either of them, she climbed onto his lap. Even in his sleep, his arms circled around her automatically. She rested her head on his shoulder, and she joined him in dreamland. There, at least, she had a real chance at happiness. Her life, it seemed, would never travel down that road.
CHAPTER TEN
Only once before had Devan been this sore, beaten, bloodied, and bruised. When Warrick had first taken over the pack after their father passed away—strangely and without anyone knowing for certain why, although Devan thought a certain wolf might have played a role in his death—Devan had been the only one to challenge him. Warrick easily overpowered him, but Devan had been an arrogant wolf at the time and thought that since his brother was too selfish to be alpha, he had to be the one to take the title away, and so he had fought on, struggling through pain. The bout had lasted for half the night before his body just gave out and he submitted to his brother.
But Warrick had been even worse as an alpha than Devan had feared and eventually he left. He turned his back on his pack because he knew that if he faced his brother again in combat, his brother would be the victor and this time, Warrick would kill him, that he would never accept his submission again.
His wolf demanded rest to try to heal, but he stayed awake to keep Kyla company. She was on edge, he could tell, from the way her brows furrowed to her fingers tapping against the wheel. Some
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