Forced To Be His Bride. Fated To Be His Mate.
When I find him still in place, I feel relief rush through me and begin to move.
Tapping into my alpha abilities, I move agilely, dodging the beast's attacks while I make my way to its tail. When I reach it, I leap, landing halfway up, and as the beast moves to try to shake me off, I move. Refusing to be shaken off, I continue to climb higher and higher until I reach the beast's back.
“Elise!” Marty roars from the ground below. “What the hell are you doing?”
What was I doing? Wasn’t it obvious? I was going to take this fucking beast down, even if it killed me. And honestly, it may come down to that. This thing was no joke and far above any of the prey I killed in the past.