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The Australian guy took a step towards me, a hungry glint in his eye.
"You never told us she was so beautiful. You could have shared…" His voice came from low in his chest. I could feel it rumble in my knotted stomach.
In a flash, Ray was in front of me, crouched low, a deep growl rising from his chest. The guy just chuckled, turning back into the other room and shutting the door. As soon as the door closed, he turned back towards me, a look of intense concentration in his eyes. I vaguely remembered Seth tell me vampires don't like werewolf spell or blood. So what did he want with me.
Before I could acquire, he started coming towards me, straightening his stance.
"Come on babe. Don't be like that. I love you. I will always love you. And I want you to love me too." He said seductively. "And if that means I'll have to fins and kill your little boys toy, I will." He added, then smiled when he saw sadness pass through my eyes. But, it cleared and was replaced by determination. Leah's voice echoed in my head.
"That guy really did a job on you, didn't he? I wouldn't let anyone do that to me." Me neither. Not anymore, I thought. I felt my body shudder, the ripples climbing through my flesh as I allowed the change to start. Within seconds, fur covered my whole body, and my bones snapped as they changed shape. He seemed surprised, glancing nervously around the room as if he expected to see me standing somewhere else while this beast appeared out of nowhere.
As soon as I was finished changing, I attacked, throwing myself at Ray. I fought, biting chunks of meat off him and scratching his everywhere, spreading his clothes and skin. After a few minutes, he fought back, breaking a few of my ribs when he hit me in the side. Frustrated, my fury building in my bones, I went for his throat, ripping it out.
As he fell to the floor, I changed quickly back to my human form, running to the counter where he had his walled, and digging around quickly for a lighter. I lit the match and threw it on his immobile form. It went up in flames almost immediately. Grabbing a blanket from the bed, I broke through the window, ignoring my broken ribs and bleeding skin, and jumped out into the night with one last peek at the riving, burning form in the center of the room.
A few months later.
The pack were in Emily's kitchen, eating a early breakfast as they chatted, waiting for the sun to rise. They all avoided the subject of their missing pack member, but in their hearts, they knew they failed. They failed to protect their loved one. And, in their eyes, that was what she was.
Paul was not with the rest of the pack. He sat on the beach, in the spot where they had sat before, watching the waves roll out to see as tears dripped down his cheeks. He wished his heart would be ripped out of his chest, the pain it was radiating through his body was unbearable.
With a sigh that came out as I sob, he stood up, walking towards the edge of the cliff. There wasn't a big threat. He would heal from any damage he obtained, but he thought it may make him feel better. He ignored the car he heard passing by, not noticing it stopped on the curve as he walked towards the end of the cliff. Just as he was about the jump over the edge, someone attacked him from behind, making him fall to the side. He rolled over on his back, whoever it was on his chest. As he looked up at the stranger with fury burning through his veins, everything seemed to freeze.
