Holt

Sherman left. He told me his work was done. I watched him as he walked toward the wooded lot until he vanished. He literally disappeared. I’d never seen anything like that.

I hadn’t given much thought to how exactly this all would play out, but I was leaning toward the element of surprise. I planned to wait patiently until this clown came home, then I’d sneak into the house behind him.

Or maybe I would snap his neck and leave his lifeless body -- no, I couldn’t do that. Well, technically I could, but Daci would be very upset.

I continued tossing ideas around when I saw the headlights of a truck bouncing erratically toward me. He’d never see me, but I had my eyes trained on him.

I had circled around the dilapidated house, all the while my mate’s scent assaulted my nose. I was going in that house one way or another. If I had to barrel through the walls, I was going in to get her.

I walked past the truck after this guy got out and slammed the door shut. My beast was ready to go into attack mode. As he stepped closer to the front door, my Wolf crept up behind him. I could hear the key turning in the lock.

“Sweetheart,” he said as he pressed the door open. “I’m home.”

My muscles tensed and the blood pulsed through my veins. My claws were twitchy and ready to disassemble this fucker. I wanted to rip him to shreds and watch his blood drain from his pathetic body.

“What the fuck happened in here, Daci?” he screamed out. “You fucking bitch, get in here now!”

I was hoping whatever Daci did, she didn’t come near him. I slid a stick in the doorway near the bottom of the frame so he wasn’t able to shut the door behind him.

“Daci, you worthless fucking cunt! Get the fuck in here now!”

He turned halfway, then gave the door a tug again. “What the hell,” he said. It was then that I rushed through the door and pounced on him, pinning him to the floor with one paw in the center of his chest; my long, sharp claws were like razor-sharp daggers pressed hard against him. One quick move and he’d be impaled.

A loud guttural howl bellowed from me as I hovered over him. His cowardly face stared up at me. Every bit of color seemed to have drained from him, and he was blinking furiously to keep the tears that were welling in his wide eyes away. His mouth was open and his lips quivered. Then, without warning, he found his shrill, horrific voice and released a scream in my face. Motherfucker!

I lowered my head so my snout was sniffing at him. He stunk. I kept my paw on him while circling him, taking in his scent. My Wolf was begging me to let him up so he could hunt this low-life down.

Before I could make another move, I saw Daci walk toward the foyer. Beautiful Daci. My mate. Our eyes met and we held our contact with each other. My stomach fluttered and my heart hammered against my ribs. My Wolf linked to her and uttered the only thing that came to mind --“You’re mine.”

Her reply was quick. “Yours forever.”

“I…I’m sorry, Daci. S... Save yourself, my love. Run!”

He was staring in Daci’s direction. I lowered my face to within inches of his, and growled my disdain for this creep before lifting my paw from his chest. I circled him, then noticed the large wet spot on the floor where his sorry ass was still lying. His pants had darkened in the crotch. This fucking guy pissed himself. My Wolf scrunched his nose at him, then snorted out a breath in his face. He visibly shook, but never attempted to stand.

“Run, my love, please,” he whimpered.

Daci stared down at him with her arms crossed. She glanced up to meet my eyes, then looked back down at the weak bastard soaked in his own urine. “I’m not the one who’s in any danger. Only you are,” Daci said, “bitch.”

 

 

Daci

 

I knew Barry, my true love, was outside. I could feel him. My Coy-wolf became increasingly restless as his scent grew stronger. The desire to go to him was overwhelming. She was jumping around and begging me to set her free, but I knew now wasn’t the time. Not yet.

When I heard my captor jiggling his key in the lock, then come in the house, I was sitting on the hard, wooden chair. He called out his usual pleasantries to me, but I was waiting for him to unleash his wrath after he saw what I’d done all afternoon. I knew he was going to be beyond pissed off. If he wasn’t visibly angry because I’d shattered every dish and glass in his house, he’d definitely be enraged when he saw his prized leather sofa. The stuffing was strewn about the living room and some had floated out into the foyer, and the leather was sliced and diced into tiny shards. The only thing left intact was the frame.

Even after destroying his property, my rage continued to fester. I wanted him to pay for what he’d done to me. He’d kidnapped me, put a spell on me, violated me, and infiltrated my thoughts and nightmares. My hands and body trembled.

“What the fuck happened in here, Daci?” I heard my asshole captor scream. “You fucking bitch, get in here now!”

I didn’t move. I had to keep my Coy-wolf under control. She wanted at him and I knew she’d kill him. I fought to stay in control and in my seat.

“Daci, you worthless fucking cunt! Get the fuck in here now!”

The commotion near the entry was vicious-sounding. My Coy-wolf began doing flips and swishing her tail in the air immediately. We both knew Barry was here. We were safe.

The corners of my mouth turned up into a grin, and I licked across my bottom lip, then bit down gently. My legs felt too shaky to stand, much less walk. I leaned forward slightly. I had to go to him. He was my soul mate.

It felt like an eternity since I’d seen Barry’s Wolf. Up close, he was so much larger than I remembered, and he had a beautiful shiny coat that was mostly light gray, with some white and what looked like black bands perfectly blended in. His snout was mostly white, except the gray streak that ran down the length to the tip of his nose. His Wolf looked almost identical to mine.

Barry had his foot planted firmly on my captor’s chest, and his teeth were gritted as he snarled his anger. My captor couldn’t move. There was a faint ammonia smell wafting in the air.

Barry looked up and our eyes locked on each other. My stomach fluttered as his Wolf linked to me and said, “You’re Mine.”

Without any hesitation I replied, “Yours forever.”

Then the scumbag on the floor spoke. “I…I’m sorry, Daci. S... Save yourself, my love. Run!”

Watching his terror was my pleasure. He kept staring at me, but I didn’t reply. I didn’t even crack a smile. Barry growled, then sniffed him before he snorted in his face.

“Run, my love, please,” my captor whimpered.

I stared at the coward on the floor. The same tough guy who thought he was a Warlock. The same tough guy who thought it was funny to lock me in a cage and keep me holed up inside his house. The same raging lunatic who tried to convince me we were soul mates. My gaze shifted to meet my true love’s eyes, then back down to him. “I’m not the one who’s in any danger. Only you are, bitch.”

Barry’s Wolf howled then raked his long, sharp claws against my captor’s side. He let out a blood curdling scream, reaching for his wound. Blood began to soak the torn edges of his shirt.

Within seconds Barry shifted back to his human form and stood in front of me, in all his naked beautiful glory. If I wasn’t a Shifter myself, I’d have been much more shocked. My eyes roamed over his body, but I tried not to look there. He had transformed from the pudgy, cute little boy to this magnificent, broad-shouldered, chiseled man. My eyes drank him in from head to toe, every gorgeous inch. He was mine.