Mated Girl (Wolf Girl #4)(26)

No.
Back on Pearl, in my human body, I ripped off the cuffs, power surging from me to my wolf. She yanked out of the guard’s grasp with surprising force, dropping to the ground. He reached for a red button on the desk, and that’s when she lunged for his crotch, sinking her teeth into the meat between his legs. An inhuman wail cut through the space and the men in the caged cells started to cheer and beat on the bars as they watched it all go down.
The fey dropped to the ground, and a shockwave burst from his body, but my wolf was ready. She saw the change in the air, and as it came for her she used her vampire-like speed and strength to push through it. With the cuffs off of me now, it was no holds barred. No limit to our power.
His protective force field snapped against her skin with the strength of a bullet and I knew that was going to hurt tomorrow. Wasting no time, she lunged again for his neck, pouncing first on his chest to pin him down. Power pulsed through me to her and she wasted no time lunging at his jugular with her teeth.
His arms came up to yank her off, but it was too late. His throat came out in one swift jerk; muscle and tendons tore away cleanly. She spit the meat onto the ground as he went limp underneath her. The men in the cells went wild, yelling and banging loudly.
‘Guards coming to see what that noise is all about,’ Sawyer told my wolf and me.
Shit.
Pouncing off of the dead guard, my wolf went ghostly as she reached over and pulled his wrist gently into her mouth. She stepped awkwardly over his chest and tried to maneuver his limp hand in a way that would press his finger to the clasp around the necklace at his now mangled throat.
Gross.
Using her muzzle, she dug under his neck, rolling his head to the side while his hand was still firmly clenched in her mouth.
‘We’re going to need therapy after this,’ I told my wolf as his blood splashed over her muzzle. I was pleased to see that even invisible, she could still maneuver him.
“HEY!” a guard yelled behind her and my wolf froze. “What’s all that racket?” he shouted. My wolf’s gaze flicked to the side to see two fey guards had just come out into the main room and were facing the prisoners, who were banging wildly on their cell bars with cups and fists. The guards hadn’t looked my way yet, they were too preoccupied with the wild prisoners.
But they would soon.
One of them turned toward my wolf, and a wolf prisoner in the nearest cell shouted, “I’m bleeding!” He clutched his stomach and fell over.
The two fey guards ran to his cell and it dawned on me that he was buying me time.
Thanks, dude.
My wolf resumed the acrobatic nuzzling, trying to get the dead fey guard’s finger up to the clasp at the back of his neck. Finally she succeeded and the necklace fell away with a click.
Yes!
Without a moment to waste, she picked the necklace up into her mouth and bolted away from the lifeless guard.
Her eyes scanned doors, grateful that the dude in the cell was having some fake fit to distract the new guards.
Bathroom.
Utility closet.
Gym.
Gotcha.
Walking through the door that said “Gym,” my wolf stopped dead at the sight of Sawyer, and all the breath whooshed out of my human form sitting on Pearl.
Holy hot felon.
My sweet preppy billionaire husband had changed. He now had a full beard and was standing shirtless under the bar where he was doing chin-ups. The muscles in his arms popped as my wolf’s gaze ran over the biggest change to Sawyer.
His body was covered in tattoos.
RIP Dad was written in cursive above an anatomical heart on his forearm. Alpha was written above an image of a howling wolf on his bicep. Hudson was in huge block letters across his abs, and then my wolf’s gaze flicked to his chest. Right over his heart was my name in a beautiful cursive script.
Demi.
A whine caught in my wolf’s throat, and Sawyer’s eyes snapped to her.
He’d always been able to see me no matter if I was invisible to others or not. He stilled, and I suddenly became aware of all the other people in the room who couldn’t see me: eight guards and ten scary-ass looking supernaturals. I almost yipped in joy when I saw Walsh standing behind a male vampire who was punching a speedbag. The vampire’s hair was dark black, slicked back with sweat, and holy yum I hated to admit it but he was insanely hot. All of these dudes were. They were ripped as hell, covered in tattoos and beards and sweating testosterone like it was air. My wolf shook herself to clear her thoughts and padded slowly over to Sawyer. He hadn’t moved, just stood frozen as he stared at me.
Sawyer coughed twice, really short, and it must have been some signal, because Walsh, the hot vampire dude, and some fey prisoner all started to move in unison over to Sawyer.
“Hudson! Walsh! Bennett! No congregating,” a guard called. My wolf had reached Sawyer, and when he bent down to tie his shoe, she spit the necklace onto the ground at his feet. He grabbed it with shaking fingers just as the vampire—it must be Luka, Sawyer’s roommate— started to heckle the guard.
“I pulled my back, man,” Luka said as Walsh started to inspect Luka’s back.
“Let me see,” the fey called out, moving closer as they covered the fact that Sawyer was uncuffing himself.
“I fucking missed you so much,” Sawyer whispered as he looked right into the eyes of my wolf and unclicked the remaining cuff, putting the glowing blue set, which now stood open, behind a floormat to hide them. Sawyer ran his fingers through my wolf’s fur and I whimpered again. It felt so good to be touched by him, to see him, smell him.
Back on Pearl, I instructed Marmal with a half sob of joy. “It’s time.”