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droplets clinging to the fabric and dyeing them a morbid burgundy. Even more decorated his exposed
arms. Ty had no doubt it wasn t the Alpha s. The man was a sadistic fuck and probably wore the
blood of one of his pack members, or worse, Parker.
Van, keep these bastards back, he called over his shoulder.
He didn t wait for a response. He knew his brother, his enforcer, would do as ordered. He also
had no doubt that Reid and Morgan would stick to the plan. The Alpha was his and he didn t give a
fuck about what happened to everyone else.
He weaved around one shifting body and then another, discarding the idea that the writhing
hyenas were a threat. Whines and groans came from the shifting hyenas. Weaklings. Shifting didn t
hurt unless the human was disconnected from his animal and refused to respect the beast. They
thrashed on the floor, their clothes sagging as their animals took shape.
Pathetic.
So intent on the hyena Alpha, Ty didn t notice the only other threat in the room until it was too
late. A clawed hand swiped across his abdomen. The owner of said hand quickly followed and
stepped into his path. Fuck, the man was huge. Bigger than the alpha by six inches and fifty pounds.
But he was still a hyena, a fucking dog, and alone he was no match for a grizzly.
Pain radiated from the wound, the ache slithering through him and burning him from inside out.
Fuck, it hurt a hell of a lot more than it should. He d endured a shit-ton of pain over the years, but this
ate at him.
He glanced at the Alpha, noting the smirk the man wore and the cocky attitude that surrounded
him. All that stood between Ty and the hyena leader was the massive stack of dumbass in front of him.
The battle raged behind him and Van s roar was quickly joined by Reid and Morgan s howl.
The call had been sent and was immediately returned by the males outside. Their men would join the
battle, more blood would flow and seep into the ground and Ty was ready to add this hyena s to the
river of red.
The man snarled and brought his claw-tipped hand back, shifting his weight as he prepared to
strike once again. Hell no. Pain in his side or not, he wasn t about to fall to this piece of crap. As that
deadly hand descended, Ty ducked and countered with a swipe of his own, digging his nails into the
hyena s flesh. He tore at the skin, sinking his claws into the male s hip and then dragging them across
his body. Deep furrows were left in his wake, the marks stretching from hip to ribcage.
An anguished snarl followed the attack and then the male was on him again, swinging at Ty
with no rhyme or reason. He wasn t a fighter, wasn t trained to protect his pack and Alpha. He was a
bully who d obviously gotten by on his size alone.
Ty had grown up with three brothers and none of them had a problem with bloodying the other
when their bears got the best of them.
The only difference was the burning wound that ate at him and enraged his bear. It wasn t
normal, wasn t the type of pain he was accustomed to. Blood still flowed freely with no hint at when
the wound would begin healing.
He ducked the male s next strike, dipping low to avoid his claws and popping back up on his
other side. Without hesitation, he returned the attack. He drew his claws across the man s body,
forming a bloody, macabre x that allowed even more blood to escape. His opponent s incensed
bellow overrode the sounds of the fight that surrounded them, but Ty only had eyes for the man with
murder in his gaze.
With rage overriding sense, the male sloppily attacked. Claw-tipped hands struck out at him.
The movements were random, unplanned and fueled by fury.
Ty returned each one, connecting when the male didn t and wincing when he did. His arms and
chest were covered in scratches and scrapes. Each one burned and sent fire through his veins. Fuck,
something was wrong.
His opponent circled right and Ty mirrored him, unwilling to allow the man behind him. Each
shift of muscle sent a renewed ache through him, the agony pulsing and throbbing in time with his
heartbeat. But he fought through it, fought through the aches and pain. He remained intent on putting the
male down so he could get on to more important things.
Like killing the hyena Alpha.
Movement drew his attention and he watched his brother Isaac take on a partially shifted hyena.
They grappled and swung at one another, colliding and then shoving apart only to attack once again.
Blood decorated Isaac s shirt, turning the white fabric to a deep red. Every drop flowed from a deep
gash that dissected his brother s face and Ty decided that particular hyena would die slowly& Except
his brother chose that moment to snap the male s neck and stole his fun.
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droplets clinging to the fabric and dyeing them a morbid burgundy. Even more decorated his exposed
arms. Ty had no doubt it wasn t the Alpha s. The man was a sadistic fuck and probably wore the
blood of one of his pack members, or worse, Parker.
Van, keep these bastards back, he called over his shoulder.
He didn t wait for a response. He knew his brother, his enforcer, would do as ordered. He also
had no doubt that Reid and Morgan would stick to the plan. The Alpha was his and he didn t give a
fuck about what happened to everyone else.
He weaved around one shifting body and then another, discarding the idea that the writhing
hyenas were a threat. Whines and groans came from the shifting hyenas. Weaklings. Shifting didn t
hurt unless the human was disconnected from his animal and refused to respect the beast. They
thrashed on the floor, their clothes sagging as their animals took shape.
Pathetic.
So intent on the hyena Alpha, Ty didn t notice the only other threat in the room until it was too
late. A clawed hand swiped across his abdomen. The owner of said hand quickly followed and
stepped into his path. Fuck, the man was huge. Bigger than the alpha by six inches and fifty pounds.
But he was still a hyena, a fucking dog, and alone he was no match for a grizzly.
Pain radiated from the wound, the ache slithering through him and burning him from inside out.
Fuck, it hurt a hell of a lot more than it should. He d endured a shit-ton of pain over the years, but this
ate at him.
He glanced at the Alpha, noting the smirk the man wore and the cocky attitude that surrounded
him. All that stood between Ty and the hyena leader was the massive stack of dumbass in front of him.
The battle raged behind him and Van s roar was quickly joined by Reid and Morgan s howl.
The call had been sent and was immediately returned by the males outside. Their men would join the
battle, more blood would flow and seep into the ground and Ty was ready to add this hyena s to the
river of red.
The man snarled and brought his claw-tipped hand back, shifting his weight as he prepared to
strike once again. Hell no. Pain in his side or not, he wasn t about to fall to this piece of crap. As that
deadly hand descended, Ty ducked and countered with a swipe of his own, digging his nails into the
hyena s flesh. He tore at the skin, sinking his claws into the male s hip and then dragging them across
his body. Deep furrows were left in his wake, the marks stretching from hip to ribcage.
An anguished snarl followed the attack and then the male was on him again, swinging at Ty
with no rhyme or reason. He wasn t a fighter, wasn t trained to protect his pack and Alpha. He was a
bully who d obviously gotten by on his size alone.
Ty had grown up with three brothers and none of them had a problem with bloodying the other
when their bears got the best of them.
The only difference was the burning wound that ate at him and enraged his bear. It wasn t
normal, wasn t the type of pain he was accustomed to. Blood still flowed freely with no hint at when
the wound would begin healing.
He ducked the male s next strike, dipping low to avoid his claws and popping back up on his
other side. Without hesitation, he returned the attack. He drew his claws across the man s body,
forming a bloody, macabre x that allowed even more blood to escape. His opponent s incensed
bellow overrode the sounds of the fight that surrounded them, but Ty only had eyes for the man with
murder in his gaze.
With rage overriding sense, the male sloppily attacked. Claw-tipped hands struck out at him.
The movements were random, unplanned and fueled by fury.
Ty returned each one, connecting when the male didn t and wincing when he did. His arms and
chest were covered in scratches and scrapes. Each one burned and sent fire through his veins. Fuck,
something was wrong.
His opponent circled right and Ty mirrored him, unwilling to allow the man behind him. Each
shift of muscle sent a renewed ache through him, the agony pulsing and throbbing in time with his
heartbeat. But he fought through it, fought through the aches and pain. He remained intent on putting the
male down so he could get on to more important things.
Like killing the hyena Alpha.
Movement drew his attention and he watched his brother Isaac take on a partially shifted hyena.
They grappled and swung at one another, colliding and then shoving apart only to attack once again.
Blood decorated Isaac s shirt, turning the white fabric to a deep red. Every drop flowed from a deep
gash that dissected his brother s face and Ty decided that particular hyena would die slowly& Except
his brother chose that moment to snap the male s neck and stole his fun.
Damn it. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]