His Trouble Maker

Chapter 143

JESSICA

“We have to run-‘

No. No. No….I didn’t mean to.

Theo is dead and I killed him!

“Jessica–Jess, we have to move-”

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I flinch when Riot grabs my arm. My claws come up before I think. I almost slash him. I almost made it worse. He jerks back like I burned him, and I don’t blame him–I would too.

“I didn’t mean-” My voice breaks. “I didn’t–he came at me–I just-”

My wolf’s screaming now asking me to shift, to let her out once more so we can finish everyone.

Riot’s eyes are wild, staring at me like I’m some kind of monster. Maybe I am.

“Jess, you’re losing it,” he says, backing up another step. His voice is calm, but his hands are shaking. “We need to go. Now.”

“I can’t—” My wolf’s snarling in my head, demanding control. My claws dig into my palms, sharp and unforgiving. “She wants out, Riot. I can’t hold her back much longer.”

“Then try harder,” he snaps, his tone harsher than he probably means it to be. “You’re not an animal, Jess. Don’t let her win.”

“She’s already winning,” I hiss, and it comes out more guttural than human. My teeth feel too sharp, my skin too tight. I can feel the shift clawing at me, tearing me apart from the inside.

cautious. “Jess,” he says, softer this time. “Listen to me.

vision blurs, colors bleeding together. Theo’s dead. Dead because of me. Because I

trying. Focus on me. Just

“No.Riot…you have to go!”

locking on mine so hard I feel the muscles in my neck tighten against it, dark and hot and dragging me

You’re in control.”

“Am I?”

my wolf hammering inside my ribs like

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it now? I’m not-” my voice drops

monster.”

right back, voice gone feral, all edge. His hands slam to my shoulders, grip iron and heat, holding me like he’d hold a thrashing dog–thumbs digging down, not letting me twist away. “Stop letting her drag

catching the fabric over his ribs, almost taking flesh, and he

“Jess-”

snapping my head back, the shift splitting my muscles,

like a hit, like a break, like my body cracked open and the wolf poured straight through my throat clawing for him like she knew him like she wanted this like she didn’t care i was choking on

curling in his shirt, his hair, meaning to tear him off–and he bites my lower lip just enough to steal the fight from

My head tilts despite myself, opening to him, breath spilling hot between us, and

don’t stop don’t you

he breaks the kiss only long enough to growl it

hands, his mouth, his body. My knees give just

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to get out before they find us,” he says, low and sharp, but my breath’s still gone. ” Before

Others?

run to ground, chest slamming against his, every exhale caught in his mouth until I’m shaking too hard to fight

“What others?”