Chapter Ten: Rabid

It was like all I could see was white suddenly. There was the white of those fangs, the startling white of bubbling foam against blackened lips, and then the stark white of panic.

I knew I wouldn't have a chance to move.

"Don't--" I barely managed to gasp the words before I was being covered by a heavy body, and the white disappeared. My mouth was agape. My tongue was heavy with confusion as pain failed to blossom against my skin. I was still standing there, waiting to feel the harsh shred of teeth.

But it never came.

Instead, I realized I was almost bent backward, a strong shield of muscle rippling against my back.

My eyes met high cheekbones, and Alpha Morax's furrowed brows. Those piercing gold eyes weren't looking back at me though, my hands resting uneasily on his chest as he held me up.

I followed his line of sight, and my breath caught in my throat.

Fraudian was dangling from his other hand, snarling and foaming aggressively. Those eyes from before were now a startingly sh