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. You’re

blurs, colors bleeding together.

on

“No.Riot…you have to go!”

hard I feel the muscles in my neck tighten against it, dark and hot and dragging me into him. “You’re not her.

You’re in control.”

“Am I?”

down my spine, my wolf hammering

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it now? I’m not-” my voice drops to a growl, “-anything but

monster.”

feral, all edge. His hands slam to my shoulders, grip iron and heat, holding me like he’d hold

My claws scythe up, catching the fabric over his ribs, almost taking flesh, and he rolls with it, leaning in, close enough that my breath fogs

“Jess-”

It rips out of me like a death–cry, snapping my head back, the shift splitting my muscles,

then his mouth crushed mine and i couldn’t breathe couldn’t move couldn’t fucking stop him, heat slamming up under my ribs so fast it felt like a hit, like a break, like my body

his shirt, his hair, meaning to tear him off–and

me, startled, furious, hungry. My head tilts despite myself, opening to him, breath

don’t stop don’t you fucking

long enough to growl it against my lips, still close enough to bite, “—with

pacing but quieter now, chained by his hands, his mouth, his body. My knees give just a little, and he catches me before I

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

Others?

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

“What others?”

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