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Vince

The alley is narrow and h to the other end Hastily e from the shadows, my hoodie’s torn to shreds so I rip it off and leave it The white Henley stretched tight acrossacross et froh the wooded trails I’ve already healed, though, and I don’t give a fuck The scowl onoff e of a pissed-the-fuck-off olf If I could contained in a loose semicircle at the end of the alley

They have her surrounded

I’ve never felt fear like I do now Even e as I do now

My fists clench so hard that the skin on my knuckles tears and blood seeps frohin the air All four of the andin either shock or an attempt to speak

I don’t give the fuckers a chance to say a da

As I hurlinto a beast of violence Bones contort; fur e in my ears fuel my desire to destroy I’round Snarling, I’htenher who I am and what she means to me

Regret doesn’t have a er For now, I allow the fury to consuht and action, consequences be dammed One of the four assholes atteo for his throat His claws dig intoat the bone ashot gushes of dirty blood to fillA low snarl leaves oes limp and I turn to the other three

My eyes flicker with shock and then pride as I take in the scene My sexy hs wrapped around the neck of aby his inability to shift I don’t have ti with these olves as she flings her body toward the ground, silently and effortlessly Tossing his large fra on his chest The crack of his bones echoes in the alley as she peeks up at me

Holy fuck

My gaze is locked on her as she lashes at his throat, slicing it with a small knife nestled between her knuckles Her expression is that of a ruthless predator Her perfectly pinned bun has fallen, leaving her black curls to cascade gently down her back Confidence and power radiate from her small frame as she turns, still crouched on his chest Her dark red, plu shifters, revealing long white fangs that reflect the light of the moon

The shifters stuaped, but before they’re able to turn and run she quickly flings her hand outward, sending two blades flying The first lands in onehiainst the ce to break his fall, blood flows freely fro around his face The other blade is lodged in the last shifter’s neck As his hands fly up to his neck, h the air in a rhyth his hands to the base of his throat Blood spurts froht is violent and bloody, brutal and efficient As the shifter struggles to breathe, landing hard on his knees and coughing up blood, my mate saunters over casually and twists the knives while ripping the as blood forainst the brick

Noticeably catching her breath, her chest rises and falls and I’iven a moment to admire her A vampire My mate is paranormal, not human There will be so much less to explain

With dark red blood splattered on her blouse, her heels click as she strides to the other shifter, who’s li, I prowl closer, but give her the rooaze is captured by her leather skirt sliding up her leg, revealing a black lacy garter belt holding up her thigh highs She is the sight of deadly beauty Still in wolf forroan with lust and desire I move to shift, but her dark eyes find mine and her lips part as she says,