Ronda Thompson - Wild Wulfs Of London 01 by The Cursed One

Author:The Cursed One [One, The Cursed]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2011-01-16T17:21:55.479000+00:00

Mullins grinned his toothy grin again. "To make you suffer more."

Gabriel slumped, as if resigned to his fate. He wanted information from the man and also needed a little more time to recover from having his wound lanced. "If you're going to kill me, I'd like to know your plans."

Mullins shook his shaggy head. "No point in that. Time to die. Sorry, it's only orders."

The man made the mistake of pulling back his hand to stab with more force. Gabriel used his good leg to kick Mullins in the face. He tumbled backward and Gabriel quickly jumped to his feet. Pain shot through his leg, but he tried to ignore it and concentrate on defending himself. His wounded leg nearly folded beneath him when he kicked at the man again, aiming for the knife in his hand. Mullins howled in pain, then rolled and gained his feet.

"Got no chance against me," he hissed. "Best to just lie down and die."

"You first," Gabriel said, then lunged forward and delivered a solid blow to the man's face. Mullins stumbled back again, but when he glanced up at Gabriel, his features were contorted. He was changing himself. Were Gabriel's chances better against a man or a beast?

Mullins lunged forward, swiping at Gabriel with the long claws now jutting from his fingertips.

Maneuvering with his injured leg was difficult. Gabriel took a scratch to the arm before he managed to get out of the way.

He needed an advantage, and at the moment Mullins had them all. To strengthen himself, Gabriel thought of Amelia and Mora, left to the mercy of Mullins and his kind. Rage managed to make it past Gabriel's pain. It bubbled up inside of him and Gabriel welcomed it, did not fight for control of his emotions as he usually did. When Mullins growled low in his throat, Gabriel growled back at him.

The response caused Mullins to draw up, or Gabriel had to assume that was the reason the man simply stood staring at him. The contortion of Mullin's features unnerved Gabriel. It reminded him of a time years before, when his father had transformed before them all one night at the dinner table. That nightmare had haunted Gabriel for years.

"You are one of us-s-s," Mullins hissed, his voice distorted, but not so much that Gabriel couldn't understand him.

"No." Gabriel shook his head. He lifted his hand, tried to ball it into a fist, but the claws jutting from his fingertips would not allow it. Gabriel stared at his hand for a moment, his brain refusing to acknowledge what his eyes told him.

Mullin's deep laughter, garbled, which made it more hideous, drew Gabriel's attention back to the threat the man posed, not only to him but also to Amelia and Mora. He ran his tongue over his teeth. They were sharper, his eyeteeth longer… like fangs.

"I am not like you," he spat at Mullins, then found strength he would have never had… not as only a man.

He leaped forward and slashed his claws across Mullins's throat.

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