Bloody anger

A force slammed her back into her seat, her veins thrumming with rushing blood as heat began to rise up her neck.

“What the hell do you think you are DOING!?” The sexy guy hissed at her, his eyes reddish and wild.

“I…” She opened her mouth to talk but bit back a scream as the body of the man before her suddenly flew backwards in the air and slammed into a crooked tree.

She watched him hit the floor with a low groan before lying painfully still.

She didn't want to think he was dead.

She didn't need to care if he was alive either, these men are the same people who murdered her people but the guilt was eating deep into her.

Swallowing, her eyes slowly moved around and her bladder almost gave way as the wolves she saw a few minutes ago were no more, humans now in their stead.

With heart thundering in her ears, she felt all her blood climb up into her head the moment she caught his now glowing mismatched eyes.

“Sweet Lord!” She cried out shakily and hoarsely.

What in the name of voodoo was this??

In a blink, he was right in front of the car’s opened door and she let out a strangled sob.

“Why?” He boomed, his veins popping out in every possible place on his face and neck.

“I am sorry, I am sorry.” She let out a frightened whisper, unaware of what else to do or say in this situation.

“You shouldn't have.” He hissed, baring his teeth at her.

“Yes…yes, yes I should have never thought of…” Her words died in her throat the moment he wrapped his large hand around her neck, his mismatched eyes a blazing flame.

The tingles spreading through her body were no longer sweet and soothing, they felt like tiny ants scattering all through her body.

“Aaahhh!” She let out a shriek of agony, feeling the thick taste of blood at the back of her throat.

“Do you feel it?” He asked through his teeth as he squeezed on her throat.

She tried to swallow, tears prickling the back of her eyes at the unbearable pain.

“That's a minute amount of what I feel right now.”

“Just… ju…let me go.” She pleaded again, already tired of everything happening.

Her eyes squeezed shut and hot tears spilled from them, she wanted to be rid of the weird pain and of the memory of today…

He ripped his hand from her throat so fast that her eyes snapped open only to see a heart wrenching frown marring his face just for three minutes.

“You can't do that…” He started slowly as if talking to himself, before looking right into her eyes.

“You can't say that!” He barked this time around, his fists shaking by his side.

“That's an indirect rejection. You…number 3…you are my mate.” He said slowly, carefully laying his hand on her shoulder and grimacing when she flinched away from his touch.

“I am nobo…”

“The future Luna of this pack!”

This was the final evidence she needed to confirm that this terrorist was crazed.

“You need to…to get your head checked.” She spat weakly at him and watched him nod with a humourless smile before sliding his hand back to his side.

“Bring him here.” He ordered, holding her stare.

She looked ahead of him to see them dragging the guy she had just kissed.

She had no strength left to panic but she tried to plead. “Let him go, ple…”

“Cuff her.” He ordered again and turned his back to her.

This time a new face appeared in her line of sight, blocking her from seeing his back.

With a hateful sneer, the lady cuffed her hands in a flash, making it tighter than she could ever imagine.

It was impossible to move her arm.

“What are you doing to me?” She whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Shut the fuck up bitch!” The lady spat at her before swiping her thumb across her neck.

She was in a special unit and shouldn't be scared but for some reason, she could not bear to think of the gruesome ways these crazed occultic members would deal with her.

Would they eat her raw?

Burn her alive?

Dismember her till she was no more?

A shocking shiver ran through her spine.

She opened her mouth to talk.

“Gag her.” He ordered again and her eyes widened.

No! He wouldn't dare…

Out of thin air, a rod got stuck in-between her teeth.

With a clap and a smirk from the lady, she felt her teeth forcefully get jammed on the rod.

A sickening punch from behind the lady resounded in her ears, pushing her heart down to her stomach and the hatred in the lady's eyes intensified.

“If anything should happen to our beta, you would regret ever having the unlucky fate of being mated to our Alpha.” The lady threatened before stepping away.

The sight before her was so brutal that she couldn't stomach it anymore.

The terrorist was repeatedly hitting the kneeling guy straight to the bridge of the nose till blood began sprouting out and teeth were falling off one after the other.

She wanted to scream for him to stop, for someone to help but the moment her eyes started to dart around, she felt herself shrink back into her seat.

More than half of the people standing around had their heated gaze on her. The intense hatred in them almost burned her up as she continued to shrink back, not knowing how to speak or scream.

“Do. Not. Ever. Lay. Your. Hands. On. Her. Again!” He hissed punctuating every word with a bloody punch.

She got sick to her stomach and just when she felt the urge to throw up, he straightened from his hunched position and snapped his head towards her direction.

“Bundle her up this instant.” He bellowed.

Her eyes widened.

What were the cannibals about to do to her in the middle of a strange city!?

“Gladly.” The lady from earlier responded with a bow.