Book2 Chapter15
This is a special, one of a kind moment.
Pulling away, he sets me carefully on the ground. “Why are you here?” I whisper, looking at him.
“You’re my female. I needed to come. I wanted to see you, make sure you’re all right.” His words are soaking into every crack of my skin, and my happiness is shining out for everyone to see. Very carefully he brings me into his chest, hugging me close, making sure not to touch my bad arm. “I missed you.” His voice tickles my ear, yet it shivers my skin. The effect he has on me has grown, become more
powerful. Potent.
Aching for another taste of his warm lips, I focus on them. Bending his head down, he gives me that compelling taste; his eyes are laced with his own obvious desire.
“If you weren’t hurt, I would show you how much I’ve missed you.” He nips my ear, whispering his words for only me to hear. “Are you in any pain?”
“No, I can’t feel anything.”
“Good.” Another inhaled breath on my skin. He pulls the blanket tighter over my upper body as the ends slowly flutter open in the light
wind.
Stepping away, he takes a stance as a predator eyeing something that he is intent to have.
“Cassius.” Turning my body, I face Cash. He’s standing there, holding himself in position. The crowd that was slightly pressing in is now taking steps back, giving space to full–grown males that are about to use fists of war instead of teeth of death.
Cash keeps his body straight, taking a deep breath in. “I knew what I was doing.” A twitch in his jaw, a brace in his stance.
“Then I’m going to give you the same chance you gave her. I expect a perfect effort from you, Cassius.” He doesn’t wait for an answer,
attacking Cash with savage brutality.
Cash might have grace and edge on everyone here, but against his brother, he looks like he is no more than a juvenile fighting a fully trained fighter. The Silverback male’s eyes do not leave the fight; it’s as if he’s taking some kind of notes. Eyes observing this, not as a
spectator, more like an assessor of skill. A scout looking at a potential prospect for the team.
Once Dallas has Cash, he holds him pinned to the ground. Face pressed into the light layer of snow that has accumulated, both males breathing heavily. Cash is fighting to get him off him, red face straining with the effort. Cash does not give up as Dallas takes his arm in
the same lock that small juvenile had mine in.
Dallas is merciless with his grip. “Tap out,” he spits at his brother, but Cash continues on, trying with all he has to break the hold. Dallas continues bruising flesh and breaking bone. The snap is heard, the reaction the same, a sickening gasp in the crowd of watchers. The juveniles stand open mouthed while Cash still continues to try and fight. The bone does not breakthrough flesh like mine did.
He catches Dallas with an elbow to the jaw. He has a merciless sneer, and I watch as his fist comes down as if it’s going to drive through Cash’s face. He is knocked out completely, body limp on the ground.
He gets off his brother, and his once–clean clothes are stained with dirt.
Now Dallas squares up to his father, who angles his head in interest. Dallas is on the balls of his feet, as if contemplating on springing.
“I blame you too.” He points a finger at his father.
“If you come at me, Lexpect a perfect effort, son. Do you understand what you will be doing?” Dallas hesitates for a moment, trying to rein himself in. As if talking himself down from his own personal ledge, he realizes if he takes that step off, there is no leaping back up.
Turning slowly around, he faces the entire crowd. “Who was the juvenile that broke her arm?”
He looks toward that male, who’s small compared to Dallas. He takes his step forward, meeting his fate, like a warrior.
“It was you who did that to my female?” He sounds surprised.
The male squares his shoulders, on shaking legs. His whole body is betraying him at this moment. He wants to seem tough, but he’s completely scared out of his mind. Just watching his teacher get his ass handed to him, he’s now having to face the same beast.
Dallas bends down to his level, except he purposely makes himself just a touch bigger than this small one.
(Book 2 Chapter15
Book 2 Chapter15
“You did what you were trained to do. Good job. I know that it was hard for you, that you didn’t want to do it; you made a hard choice. I expect good things from you.” He grips this male by the back of his shaved head, pressing his cheek against his. Whispered words that make this male peacock out, his whole body puffed up, a proud smile on his face. Dallas releases him with a good job pat on his behind.
Cash is already being moved very carefully back inside the clinic.
Dallas comes back to me, a gentleness replacing the savageness as he cradles me into his body.
“I’m taking you back to the house.” No other words, no saying hello to wolves he hasn’t seen in years, all his focus is on me. I baskin the
attention.
Caleb gets into the front seat while Dallas takes the back with me on his lap the entire drive back. His father is in the passenger seat. Cash has been left at the clinic so he can get fixed up.
Dallas insists on carrying me inside. It feels good to have someone who cares if I’m hurt, someone willing to ease my pain.