Wild Wolves (Wolfpacks of Shadow Moon Island Book 1) by Ginna Moran

Author:Ginna Moran [Moran, Ginna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sunny Palms Press
Published: 2022-01-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter fourteen

Davian

Do What it Takes

PAIN EXPLODES THROUGH me, and I can’t stop the yell from sounding through the air. The black wolf snaps his jowls on my arm, refusing to let me go. The massive beast shakes its head like it wants my arm, and I try to swing my fist to punch it away. But it’s no use. It’s stronger than me.

I thrash, trying to find my footing, but it drags me away from the beach and deeper into the forest. I use my free hand and reach out, grabbing at anything and everything to find something I can use as a weapon. This fucker will kill me otherwise. It’ll do exactly what it did to the others, and I refuse to die at the teeth of this man beast.

I lock my fingers around a tree root, using my strength to slow the wolf down. Its teeth grind across my forearm, shooting agony across my body. The edges of my vision darken, and I shout again as fiery pain licks my skin.

The wolf releases me, but it doesn’t run away. It snarls and snaps its teeth, lunging and retreating as it tries to intimidate me.

Glowering at the wolf, keeping my eyes on it, I use my good hand to blindly feel around the dirt until I find a sturdy branch, fallen from the trees. I whip it as hard as I can, smacking the wolf across the snout. It whimpers and backs up, barking once at me.

It bolts away, disappearing into the trees. I suck in a few deep breaths and pull my arm close to my chest, trying my best not to look at my mauled skin. I’m going to pass out. I’ve never seen something so disgusting and felt something so painful in my life.

Heat burns from the wound, warming the rest of my body, and sweat prickles across my skin. I swallow. My tongue hangs heavy and swollen in my mouth. I struggle to breathe. To call for help. I can barely even think. My chest tightens and my head pounds. Am I going to turn into one of those things? Is my body going to start morphing into something I won’t be able to survive?

Fuck. I don’t want to die. Not here. Not like this.

It’s the only thing that keeps me conscious. I know if I pass out, I’ll never wake up. That this will be the end.

“Get up,” I mutter to myself, using my good hand to press against the forest floor to get to my feet.

My body trembles with the movement, but I manage to push myself to my knees. Blood drips down my arm and splashes the ground, absorbing into the dirt. I need something to stop the bleeding. I look around and realize that the only thing I have are the shorts I’m wearing. A huge fucking part of me doesn’t want to take them off and leave myself exposed. But the part of me that wants to survive says to suck it the fuck up buttercup, because it’s either show off my damn cock or bleed out.

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