Page 58 of Bane of Hate and Silver (Primordial Inheritance #1)

Gabriel spun, ready to take on the next challenger.

To his horror, he saw Eileen across the beach, cowering.

A light was laying along her neck like the blade of a deadly knife.

He knocked over a few charging wolves in his attempt to get to her.

Leaving his assigned post, meant Jules and Hayley were exposed.

This formation was his idea, but he couldn’t leave Eileen to die.

Before he could reach her, however, he saw Kyle shove the man off Eileen, pulling the light out of his grasp as they fell, the light landing feet from them both.

Luca, in wolf form, took the light in his mouth and bit down. The bulb shattered and flickered. Luca shook blood and glass out of his mouth.

Gabriel was knocked sideways again, and again he moved to overpower the attacker.

Carson leaned nonchalantly against a rock cliff on the edge of the fighting ground.

Scowling he was forced to move aside when one of his chosen came flying at him in wolf form.

He peered down at the injured wolf, or maybe it was already dead.

He didn’t bother to check. Instead, he zeroed in on the one he intended to take for his own.

The white wolf looked radiant in her fur.

She would make him strong and handsome pups.

Carson began to move onto the field toward her.

Carnage rained around him. Bodies dropping right and left. He saw none of it.

Kneeling, the Reynolds girl turned back into her human form as her subjugate father dropped to his knees in a bow.

Reaching out Carson grabbed the back of her hair and lifted her to standing.

Sniffing deeply, he ran his nose up the side of her neck and face.

“Alpha, please have mercy on my daughter,” Joe Reynolds begged pathetically.

Her brother, on the other hand, tensed into a fighting stance.

“Turning traitor, pup?” Carson asked him. Intentions of the consequences of that action flooded the boy’s mind.

“No, Alpha.” His knees hit the sand next to his father’s.

Growling possessively, hot air bounced off her soft cheek as he pulled her back against him. He relished in her toned curves.

“Let me go.” Her voice was strong, all the more fun to break. He could command her of course but where was the fun in that?

Sliding a hand up her body, grazing her left breast, Carson’s palm came to rest over the rare wolf’s tanned throat. “What a queen you will make.” His cock strained in his jeans at the thought and the feeling of her ass against his body.

“I will never be your queen.” In the same moment she spoke, her claws extended out of her fingers and sliced into Carson’s hand.

“Hayley!” Her traitor husband shouted, still at a great distance.

Releasing her with a shock of pain, he spun her and back handed her across the face.

Hitting the sand hard, she covered her stomach with her palm.

Most woman protected their face, except when they were with child.

She was carrying a bastard offspring. He moved into kick her right over her abdomen when her brother dived in front of her, taking the kick for her and falling to the sand in a heap.

“Alpha!”

Carson stiffened at the sound of the voice who had called to him. It was a voice smooth as warm honey with the confidence of a roaring fire.

“I thought it was me you came to kill?”

Slowly, Carson spun toward the voice taunting him. The small frame that haunted his nightmares. The ancient eyes that tortured him blazed with disdain.

“Jules, don’t!” The white wolf shouted. Her father shushed her, pleading with her to be quiet.

Carson pleaded with no one. The white wolf had obviously grown up in a family who neglected to teach their children to respect their betters.

Once this was done, it was decided that her father would be the one to pay for her crimes.

Maybe his execution for her treason would break her enough to get her in line.

Carson leaned down so that his face was close to his future bedmate's. “You will learn your place, Bitch,” he said as he took a firm hold of her chin. Carson forced her eyes to meet his and let just a little of his Alpha’s command force its way into her.

Not enough to ruin the fun, just a promise of what was to come. Her eyes fell and he released her.

He turned his head to face his next obstacle. “After I dispose of the demon,” he said as he stood to face his challenger.

Jules stood her ground as the Alpha approached.

Happy to have successfully diverted his attention from Hayley and her future godchild.

Circling he shouted to those nearby to stay back.

One on one it was then. Spinning her daggers in both of her hands, she took a fighting stance.

Feet equidistant for balance. Knees bent ever so slightly. “Come on then,” she taunted.

Snarling, he mirrored her, leaving the knife at his side sheathed. The two predators began to circle each other. Sand shifting under their feet. Lethal claws extending from his fingers. “You first Bitch.”

“Gladly.” Jules lunged. Slashing her blades through the air with expert ease.

He dodged, but she managed to slice into one beefy arm.

He growled at the pain as she spun, lashing out at him again.

This time slicing each side of his face.

Blood dripped from the wounds, coloring his cheeks in red.

“Sorry, not sorry.” She said shrugging and rolling the blades over her hands once more, switching up her hold.

His eyes ignited wolf yellow with hatred.

While Carson turned from evil man to monstrous beast, Jules was forced to close her eyes from the flash of light.

She went down hard when the wolf form of the Alpha pounced, losing grip on one of her knives.

The other swiftly cut a chunk of fuzzy ear from Caron’s furry head.

He bared his teeth down at her, dripping drool onto her face.

One big paw pushed down on her shoulder, digging deep with thick claws.

She stabbed her remaining knife into his paw and he reared back.

Another flash and she was being straddled by thighs the size of tree trunks, her arm with the knife pinned.

A meaty fist connected with her face. Carson raised his chin to howl in premature victory.

Jules’s loose hand searched the sand behind her, fingers brushing a familiar hilt.

With a loud yell she brought the knife forward, sinking it deep into one thigh.

A sound of pure rage escaped him as she took the moment to turn the tide, freeing herself from his hold.

Rolling herself up and moving behind him she placed one knife against his neck, the other positioned over his heart.

“You really don’t want to do that little menace,” Carson crooned.

“Yes, I really do!” She snarled back. “There is no mercy for killers of children.”

“I kill traitors.” Carson nodded toward the house next door.

She followed his line of sight to a lone wolf, perched on the rooftop. Rifle clearly lining up to take aim.

“Release me and drop your weapons or your lover dies.”

Jules glanced at the barrel’s aim, following it right to Luca’s head, while he fought his own fight, oblivious to the imminent threat.

Reluctantly Jules stood and moved away from the Alpha.

“Gabriel,” she called, her tone barely audible.

His eyes locked with hers almost immediately.

With an almost imperceptible flick of her eyes, she pointed out the shooter to him.

With a minute nod, he disappeared in a blur.

Carson lumbered to his feet, favoring his injured leg. “Carson,” someone shouted, tossing a death light that the Alpha caught with ease.

“Drop them,” he demanded of her own weapons. “Three…”

Jules glanced at Luca.

“Two…” He flicked on the lightbulb.

With great effort she released her favored weapons, letting them fall to the sand at her sides.

Luca heard a yelp from behind him, he knew someone was dead by Nick or Eileen’s hand, but he didn’t have time to register who.

Taking advantage of Luca’s distraction, a wolf’s nose and ears barreled into his ribs.

Luca rolled out from under the impact and turned with a growl as he bit down.

He felt fur and blood in his mouth and heard a yelp from Kip.

Luca had successfully put a gash across his pretty muzzle.

The two clashed again, a flurry of bared teeth and sharp claws.

As he fought, he couldn’t help but feel it was payback for running him off the road.

Luca bit down again and Kip stumbled backward. He took the moment to return to his human form. Kip’s blood splattered the sand as Luca spit it from his mouth.

Kip growled.

“Back off,” Luca barked at him.

Kip became human as well, trembling, bleeding, but still without the look of hate in his eyes. “I’m under orders,” Kip fought to say.

“Carson ordered you to kill me?” Luca circled him.

“Days ago,” Kip said, panting. “I, personally, have nothing against you or your hot little girlfriend. I really couldn’t care less who you’re banging. But you know I don’t have a choice.”

Luca growled audibly. Carson turned friend against friend and cared for no one but himself. He was not a true Alpha, but a power drunk maniac.

Luca stopped, breathed deep, centered himself, and gathered what power he carried inside him by his lineage and position in the pack.

He felt it from his fingers to his chest, drawing on the will power of all the wolves around him.

Condemned traitor or not, he still held the power of the Beta and of the Cain line.

Letting out a slow breath, he searched for the hold Carson’s order had in Kip.

The roots were deep. He could not erase it, but maybe he could manipulate it.

“You may carry out your orders after the battle has reached its conclusion. Your Alpha needs you elsewhere.”