Unlike the first ti Roman had carried her, Violet was tense now and it wasn’t just because they were about to descend from the tree house.
After their heated exchange, Violet no longer trusted him. He was not who she had thought he was. Roman Draven was nothing but a fox who seem to be enjoying this power play far too much.
But before she could overthink it, Roman moved, except he didn’t take the way down as she expected. No, the fucking bastard leaped from the tree house.
The scream lodged in Violet’s throat as they plumted toward the ground, her heart lurching violently while her arms tightened around him instinctively.
He was going to get them killed!
That was all Violet could think as the air rushed past her ears, and for a split second, panic overtook her senses.
But in a blink of an eye, it was over. Roman landed with ease as if he had rely stepped off a curb rather than free-falling from a height that would have broken so bones in her body.
The Alpha was unshaken unlike Violet, she felt like she had just lived through an out-of-body experience.
She inhaled sharply, realizing only then that she had been holding her breath. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she turned her head to look at Roman, expecting so indication that the jump had at least rattled him.
But no, there was only a self-satisfied gleam in his glowing green eyes.
Cocky bastard.
Even after dropping from such a dangerous height, he stood perfectly upright, not even winded in the slightest. Or limping.
God, these creatures were scary.
Violet swallowed, her grip still locked around his neck before she realized he was waiting for her to let go.
"You can hold on a little longer if you like, sweetheart. I know you just want a feel of this body." He said shalessly.
Violet scowled and shoved herself away from him, nearly stumbling in the process before regaining her footing. Perhaps in the past, his teasing would have cracked her up, but now, all she felt towards him was loathing.
Roman stretched his shoulders, saying, "That was fun, wasn’t it?"
But Violet leveled him with a glare, her voice flat. "Drop like that again, and I’ll make sure you never have fun again."
Roman shuddered dramatically, his voice thick with mock terror. "That was violent, little Violet."
He chuckled, but the joke was lost on her. Violet’s expression remained blank, unimpressed, her patience already hanging by a thread.
Roman sighed, the humor bleeding from his tone. "Fine. Let’s get this over with." His voice took on a business-like edge, a sign that the gas were officially over.
"This ti, you’re riding in my wolf form. It’s the fastest way to get there, and and the best way to fight. And fight, we will."
The ntion of a fight made Violet’s stomach tighten. Right, the Hunt was still on. Her mont of rest was over and it was ti to face her unfortunate reality.
Roman dropped to the ground with a soft grunt, his body contorting in ways that was considered unnatural. His bones snapped and shifted beneath his skin, the grotesque transformation sending a shudder through Violet.
Even though she knew werewolves were built for this, it was still impossible to ignore how brutal the process looked. She winced as his fingers lengthened into claws before curling into massive paws, his fra stretching, muscle expanding, until the human known as Roman Draven was gone.
In his place was a massive wolf, towering and nacing, his fur a rare green. His razor-sharp teeth glead, saliva dripping onto the ground as a guttural growl rumbled in his throat.
Even with the sheer beast of it all, Violet felt no fear because no aggression rolled off him in her direction.
Instead, Roman lifted his head slightly, then gestured toward his back with a jerk of his snout. The invitation was clear. He wanted her to get on.
Violet hesitated for only a second before swinging her leg over his back. She expected it to be awkward, uncomfortable even, but his fur was softer than she could have imagined, thick and warm beneath her.
Her fingers instinctively ran through it, a subconscious action, and the second they did, Roman practically vibrated beneath her, a deep, rumbling purr leaving his throat.
It seems whether in his cat or wolf form, Roman loved physical touches. But the mont Violet recalled what the bastard had done, her heart hardened at once. Annoyed at herself, she quickly withdrew her hand.
The mont she did, Roman let out sothing that sounded suspiciously like a disappointed huff before he suddenly took off. And holy shit, he was fast.
A startled gasp left Violet as the world beca a blur. The sheer force of his speed nearly knocked her off balance, and Violet had no choice but to flatten herself against his back. She grabbed tightly onto his fur, the wind whipping past her, and stinging her face.
The ride was both exhilarating and terrifying. Roman’s wolf moved with the kind of easy agility no human could ever hope to match, weaving through the forest accurately. If he hadn’t been carrying her, she wouldn’t have even seen him move. He was a blur, the very definition of a predator on the prowl.
It wasn’t long before Violet saw the lightened path in the distance. They were close now.
And so were they.
Before they even reached the clearing, a spine-chilling howl cut through the air behind them loudly, followed by another, and another until there was an entire chorus of them.
Violet’s heart rate spiked when she turned her head to see wolves moving in the darkness, fast and relentless.
They weren’t just howling. It was a signal to the others that they had found her and they chased them as if their life depended on it.
And just like that, it was Fangball all over again.
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