Mated to the Enemy
Ray and Adam, one of my warriors, were behind me.
My eyes were resting on the vampires ahead of me. My wolf howled at me to rip their faces off. He was a dangerous hothead. I leaped in the air, almost above their heads. My wolf was strongest with angel blood running through my veins. Vampires were prepared to attack. But I was already taking them down. I ripped the throat first, I arched in the air, bare my underbelly to the sky. I tore another head, swiveling my neck. I felt cold hands around my belly to take me down. Ray and Adam took them down, tearing their throats, and arms. I ripped the throat of the last one. I willed myself not to tear them into pieces.
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