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the wound.
Oh God. She couldn t breathe, she couldn t think, she couldn t& Her gaze remained focused on
her dog, Ebie s eyes on hers. Pain filled the air, so much pain. She could shoulder her own agony, but
he& He was hers. Her one good thing in a life of hell tinged with the red haze of Mitchell s torture.
He trained the gun on the pup again, muzzle pointed directly at her sweet boy.
No. No. Kira could endure a lot, but this& No.
With hardly a thought, her mole lent a hand and her human teeth sharpened and lengthened while
her nails grew to the wicked points that helped her when she shifted. When molded to her human
shape, she went from cute to deadly.
She didn t hesitate. The moment teeth pricked her lower lip, she struck. She snatched his arm,
wrapping her fingers around his forearm and tugging him closer. Mouth opened wide, she sank into
him, teeth going deep and bringing blood to the surface. It flowed into her mouth, filling her with the
coppery fluid. The mole wanted to push it from their stomach, heave the disgusting liquid from their
body.
But she couldn t. Not yet, anyway. Releasing him meant he could hurt her Ebie again.
So she held on, held on and dug in and refused to release him even when he punched her face or
struck her side.
Fucking bitch! Mitchell screamed.
Kira ignored him. Ignored his yells and struggles.
He shoved and pulled, fighting to break free, and he did finally succeed. He managed to tear away
from her mouth, but she managed to take a chunk of flesh with her.
The second he was free, he fought to flee, but she was there, on him, tackling him, and biting him.
The gun fell away beneath her assault, his arm no longer able to support the weapon s weight.
That meant everyone was safe. The gun couldn t hurt them and she had a squirming Mitchell
beneath her.
Mitchell who d hurt her.
Mitchell who d lived to torment her.
Mitchell who d tried to kill her again and again.
And had succeeded with Ebie.
Kira didn t need the mole s urgings. No, she went after her brother in earnest, biting and tearing,
scratching and scraping every bit of flesh she could reach. She ignored his cries and whimpers and
the voices that surrounded her.
Nothing mattered but the end of Mitchell. Nothing.
He d hurt so many& Kira, Zoey, Ebie&
The thoughts had her biting harder, opening her jaws, shifting slightly and then biting again. She
wasn t sure how many times her fangs sunk deep or how often her claws found purchase. No, none if
it mattered.
Until she was wrenched from Mitchell s trembling body, a thick, strong arm around her waist and
a gruff voice filling her ear.
Enough. The single word held an order she was hard-pressed to deny.
But she was able to. The molten rage pumping through her veins let her override the desire to do
as the male said. It let her scratch his arm, kick, and fight to be free and attack the man who d done so
much to her.
Enough, Kira. This time the man shook her as if she were a pup. A pup like Ebenezer who d
been shot and was bleeding. The asshole needed to die. A massive hand wrapped around her throat,
fingers spanning the front of her neck and squeezing tightly. Stop.
She froze, waiting to see if she d be choked by this familiar man.
That s it. Easy now. You re safe and Isaac is taking care of Ebenezer. I need you calm, Kira.
The words rumbled through her, and she let them sink in.
George. George needed her calm because Isaac&
Kira tore her gaze from the bloodied Mitchell and sought Isaac. He sat hunched over Ebie, the
dog s body unmoving and her mate s body blocked her view.
She struggled against George s hold, tugging and pushing. Lemme go. She yanked. Ebie.
I m gonna let you go, but you need to leave Mitchell be, okay?
She nodded. Okay. She knew they wouldn t let him leave. With luck, someone would finish what
she d started.
The moment George released her, she fell to the ground, feet fighting to find purchase on the
blood-slick floor. She ignored the red fluid, ignored the mass of liquid coating her skin and sinking
into her clothing. Nothing mattered but getting to Ebenezer.
She slid to a stop beside the dog, sitting opposite Isaac. His hands worked fast over the pup,
digging and soaking up blood as it welled from the wound.
Ebie& Her hands hovered over his fur, desperate to touch him, but unwilling to taint him with
Mitchell s fluid. I&
Isaac gave her a snippet of his attention. Are you hurt?
Not enough that it matters. Mitchell was hurt more than she was, but her bruises and breaks
were already on their way to being healed.
His gaze traveled over her. Then go to his head. Let him see you. I ve got him comfortable, but
calm would be better.
Kira did as he asked, shuffling around so she could meet Ebenezer s gaze. Those eyes still
conveyed his pain, but relief seemed to roll through the pup. His tail thumped once, rising from the
wet floor before lowering once again.
That s a good, boy, she whispered. Everything s okay. It s all gonna be okay.
Kira prayed she wasn t lying.
Chapter Twenty
Isaac couldn t get his hands to stop shaking. Even now, after the blood had been bathed from
Kira s body and Ebenezer slept peacefully in the corner. The trembles remained, sliding through his
body in fits and starts that were bound to drive him crazy.
He twitched and jerked, his body desperate to remain active while his mind slowly accepted the
events of the last few hours. They spun through him, whirling and twisting until he couldn t get them to
stop.
He thought he d die when Kira bit Mitchell. He knew what she d do before she went into action,
but it hadn t made witnessing the event any less horrifying.
Ebenezer leapt, and the split second after the bullet hit home in the dog s chest, Kira burst into a
flurry of movement. It all blew up in a matter of seconds, men rushing forward, his father vaulting
past him to get to Kira while yelling at Isaac to look at the dog.
He wanted to go to his mate, save his mate, but his father had it under control. If he couldn t trust
his father&
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