Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 305

"Enough," Benedict commanded sharply. Helen reluctantly stepped back, but not before delivering one final vicious kick to my side.

Benedict approached slowly. When he reached me, his boot came down hard on my right hand, grinding it into the frozen ground.

1 screamed in agony, the pressure threatening to crush my fingers. The memory of my left hand injury flooded back, bringing with it a terror that cut deeper than any physical pain.

"You're all just children," Benedict said contemptuously, increasing the pressure on my hand. "How did you ever think you could run a pack? You can barely manage your own lives, let alone merge with Wiley's territory and handle all those new people."

"We're better leaders than you ever were!" I managed to gasp out through the pain. "We're the ones who defeated Wiley!"

His boot pressed down harder, and I couldn't help but cry out again. The thought

of losing my right hand - sent panic coursing through my veins.

release Martha?" I

designed to lull you into a false sense of security," Benedict replied with obvious disdain. He lifted his foot slightly, giving me a moment's relief. "We wanted you to think it was all over, that you'd won. You idiots took in all of Wiley's

prepared the real attack. You never even bothered to properly inventory Wiley's weapons after

words triggered a memory - something Wiley had mentioned about black bath bombs. "You modified Wiley's

cold and bitter. "Smart girl. That's your only redeeming quality - your intelligence." His expression turned cruel. "I modified his chemical weapons and introduced them into the pack's water supply. I don't want to kill everyone

you make your own wolf disappear?" I demanded. "And why did it

His face contorted with rage,

all because of you!" he

my skull. My vision blurred as waves of dizziness and nausea crashed over me. The world spun sickeningly, sounds becoming muffled and

agony, I was dimly aware that the violence had stopped. There seemed to be some kind of commotion around me, voices raised in anger

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in a tight black shirt, motorcycle

hero had come back. The man who always put me first, who would move heaven and earth to protect me,