Fervent Hearts [Snippet]

He [the leader of the group of thug vampires] cocked the revolver at her, seeing Warren coming and fired.

The first bullet pierced her chest and blood poured down. Kat advanced on him slowly, jerking back. Another pierced her thigh and she still descended on him. Finally the last grazed her cheek before she leapt at him, crashing into the open crates beneath them as he jumped back into the crowd of men, laughing.

Sorin made a hard bee line for him while Cole covered her back.

The man turned and promptly shot her in the head as she gasped. The fur peeled back as blood gushed from her eye and she hit the ground.

Sorin screamed, grabbing her face as liquid silver oozed out from her wound. Cole punched someone hard as he grabbed his aunt to cover her and she was writhing in pain.

“Eat shit, fucking mongrels.” He scoffed as he turned to see Kat leaping into the crowd at him again. He turned, his brown eyes focused as he primed his second to last bullet for her head.

Her massive shape descended on him and he fired. Kat fell into him and she fell in a heap, her body moving without inhibition it seemed but it was all the wolf. Hunt. Kill. Hunt. Kill. It gleefully danced in the idea of the carnage before she was shoved up and tried to press her crushing weight down on him. Silver was oozing from her wounds but she couldn’t feel it. Not even the new one pouring blood from her skull that grazed and went around her thick skull.

Another Roar erupted from Warren seeing Kat get shot. He could hear her wolf, hear the one track mindedness of it. He landed next to them, grabbing the man’s head and ripped it off. Blood spraying all over him and Kat. He grabbed her and made her look at him. “Enough!” He told her. She was bleeding so much and the silver mixed with her blood made him sick. Fear was like a vice in his chest, squeezing his heart. Can’t lose her! Can’t lose her, too!

Kat stared at Warren, her gaze steely as the wolf smiled back at him. “It is when I say enough.” She pushed against him, trying to tug free.

He grabbed her when her wolf tried to resist. “Stay down!” He wasn’t going to let it take over her. He felt this primal urge forcing him to get a handle on this. Never had she felt more like a fledgling than she did in this moment.

The wolf snarled hotly, receding then cackling. “I am hardly done. No. This is just the beginning,” and her eyes returned to their dazzling bright brown. The raw sugared flecks blinked at him as she returned to her human form. Blood was pouring over her left eye, dribbling in gushes from her right leg and chest. She coughed up blood, vomiting a little as her head fell forward. “Let me go,” she gasped out painfully, finally herself again.

Fervent Hearts by Stonzi Morrigan and Diana H. Forst