Her throat thickened, and she began to cry.
“Oh, now you cry. Save the tears, baby. You’ll need them for later. Let Nash come. I want him to watch while I kill his mate. I’m not going to kill him though. No, losing a second mate in his life will be enough to drive him out of his mind.”
Stacy gasped. “You knew? About his mate?”
“I do my homework.”
They were coming up on the car. This was her last chance to get free before they were too far from Nash. “Anyway, I’m not his mate. Nash never bit me. He bit Laila. In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t taken her completely by now.”
If she thought she would bait Alphons talking about Laila since the man seemed never to have let her go, she was wrong. Alphons only laughed and stopped at the car. He tossed her on the ground like a sack of potatoes, and shoved a foot in her stomach to hold her down while he opened the car door. She cried out.
A growl behind them made Alphons swing around with a gun in his hand. Stacy had no idea where it had come from, but he didn’t pause for a second. He squeezed off two rounds, and the animal’s howl in pain reached her ears in the dim lighting in the night. Stacy knew it was Nash. She cried harder, but she wasn’t going to be the weak thing that couldn’t defend herself.
With one hand she reached up toward Alphons’ crotch, and with the other she grasped his ankle. At the same time she squeezed the mess out of his goods, she sank her teeth in his calve. Alphons screamed. He brought the gun down on her head, but she wouldn’t let go. Even when her vision blurred and her head started spinning, she squeezed and bit harder.
Alphons went over onto his back slamming to the ground. Stacy didn’t give an inch. She crawled up his body and began to pound at him as hard as she could, her fists flying everywhere since she had no idea how to fight or control them. She thought the gun went spinning away, but she couldn’t be sure. Hands came up from behind her, and she twisted to attack whoever it was, but her arms were sealed to her sides.
“It’s okay, Stacy. We’ve got him.” It was Brant.
She wiggled to get free. “Where’s Nash?”
Brant released her in time for her to turn around and see the wolf she knew was Nash get up from the ground, and with a burst of energy rip Alphons out of the man’s hands who was holding onto him. Before she could see the finishing blow, Brant covered her face and forced her head to his chest. Shivering from head to toe, the reality of what she’d just experience finally sank in, and she didn’t fight him.
After what seemed like an eternity, more hands were grabbing for her, and Brant let her go. She looked up to find Nash tugging her into his arms. He was naked in his human form, and someone she didn’t recognize came up to drop a blanket around him. In the distance, police sirens blared.
“This might be a dark street, people, but it is the city. We need to move. Now,” Brant instructed.
Soon, Stacy was on tucked on Nash’s lap in the back seat of someone’s car. She was relieved to spot her little girl pass the car being held in Lucas’ arms. Her baby adored her Uncle Lucas and was not worried about Mommy or Daddy, especially with cake in her hands. On a shaky sigh, Stacy turned back to Nash. He had not taken his eyes off her the entire time.
“Oh no, you were shot, Nash. We have to get to the hospital.” She tried to search his body under the blanket.
He shook his head, his face grim. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll be fine when Lucas takes a look at it.” He paused staring at her.
“What is it, Nash?” She wondered if he was thinking of her husband, and guilt washed over her again realizing that she had dismissed him from her mind yet again. She’d have to stay up half the night, she was sure, talking to the police, explaining things. Oh no, she shouldn’t have left the scene. What would the human guests say?
As if he guessed her thoughts, Brant glanced in the rearview mirror at her. “Don’t worry, Stacy. Lucas will take care of the humans, and we’re used to cleaning up messes. I’m sorry about your husband, but I have the feeling it’s for the best.”
She didn’t answer, but Brant’s words did settle her mind about how they were going to explain it all. Fear gripped her for what she was getting herself into dealing with the shifters, but in spite of it, she clutched the blanket around Nash and leaned closer to him.
“I’m sorry, Stacy,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. She thought he was crying, but when she looked at him, his eyes had gone so dark they looked black.
“Nash?”
“I’m sorry, that I cannot allow you to be apart from me again.” With those cryptic words, he came down on her shoulder, and his sharp teeth cut into her skin. Stacy cried out, but didn’t pull away. Nash’s arms tightened. He moved back an inch and came down again. A second bite. She was his!
Tears flooded her eyes, and she sobbed on his chest while he licked away the small trickle of blood from her wound.
“Stacy?”
She shook all over, and her teeth chattered as she clung to him. “Yes?”
“I love you with all my heart.”
The End
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