A Wolf's Obsession Read Free

Wyatt looked down at his blood soaked body and watched with disinterest as his wounds healed. “Are you done? Good.” His hands shot out and grabbed each man around the throat. He snarled in their faces, relishing the heady scent of fear that wafted off each of them. “Then it’s my turn.”
    He squeezed hard, his claws digging into fragile skin as they struggled to get free. Blood dripped from their throats, stirring his wolf into a frenzy as it fought to free itself of Wyatt’s control and lash out.
    Kill them! His wolf goaded, snarling even as their faces paled because of the lack of air flowing to their lungs. Kill them now.
    Their eyes rolled back into their skulls and Wyatt let them fall to the ground. No. He told his wolf. I’m not going to kill them.
    They had no right to touch her, to threaten her. Kill them now. We have to make sure they never try to hurt her again.
    Dead bodies are more trouble than they’re worth, he countered. Dropping their dead weight to the ground, Wyatt watched intently for the slight movement of their chests that told him they were still alive. Pleased with his control, he strode away from them ignoring the calls of his wolf. He might be half feral but he still had enough of his humanity left to know that dead bodies attracted attention and warranted people searching for the killer.
    Satisfied that his work was done, Wyatt turned to leave but fell to his knees, clutching his head in agony.
    What do you think you’re doing? his wolf snarled loudly. You want to let the men who hurt our mate live? Are you insane? Kill them right now or let me out and I’ll do it.
    I’m not the crazy one here. You are. Our mate is dead.
    I never saw a body. She’s alive. She was just here!
    Emily was human. She had a human life and died a human death.
    No, the wolf roared. She disappeared. That doesn’t mean she died. It means you didn’t look hard enough for her. When she went missing you should have done more to look for her. Just be grateful that we’ve found her now.
    I was just a kid. There was nothing I could do.
    Well you’re not a kid anymore. Now what’s your excuse? They hurt her, kill them.
    His eyes flashed white, all colour draining from the bright pupils as Wyatt fought to stay in control. Long moments passed before he was able to get to his feet and even then it was a struggle.
    “Our mate is dead,” he spat.
    Every step away from the gunmen was a struggle and by the time Wyatt reached the door he was covered in sweat. He pushed the door open, fully expecting to continue his long internal battle into the night. There was no way he could take his other form when his wolf was so intent on murder. Stepping outside he dragged in a long breath of air, bracing himself for a night of internal warfare. His heart stopped as the scent of candy floss settled into his lungs. His mind instantly tried to write it off as the remnants of his sweet treat but it was too strong, too strong to be anything but the scent of a person and there was only one person in the whole world who smelled like sugar and light. His mate.
    “Emily,” he gasped. His eyes scanned the area, his nose tracking down the source of the delicious scent. “Impossible,” he told himself even as he tottered on unsteady feet towards the source of the scent. The closer he got to the lone car in the diner’s car park, the thicker her scent became until he could take no more and he ran the distance separating them.
    “Emily!”
    The muscles in his arm tensed as he prepared to rip the door off its hinges to reach her but there was no need. Wyatt found himself growing at her complete disregard of personal safety. He’d only just found her again, he wouldn’t lose her just because she didn’t realise how dangerous the world around her was.
    “I’ll take her home to the clans. I can protect her there.” He muttered the words to himself as he fell to his knees beside the car. Hands shaking, he reached for her carefully. His