13. Fenrir
THIRTEEN
FENRIR
I paced through the woodlands. They must die. Every single one of them, especially the scientist that enjoyed carving his way into my chest.
I lifted my nose, tracking my scent back the way I had come. There had been no rain, so it should be strong enough for me to follow. Travel would take time, but if I did not stop, I could return soon. What she had had of my release would hold her over until my return.
Vengeance would be mine . . . but my human.
I slowed to a trot, rounding a tree again.
Leaving her behind . . . I did not want to and it caused me to pause and pace since I left her. She eventually stopped screaming for me, but I couldn’t force myself past the boundary of the property. Destroying them would not take me long. I would return once I avenged myself. Another few paces forward and I slowed again. The distance between us grew and I did not like it. I slashed my claws through a trunk.
The human had ruined me.
I could not leave her.
A far-off scream, familiar and fearful caused my ears to twitch. That was my human. Mine! A roar burst from my chest, and I sprang forward.
This was not the screaming anger I had left her in. This was pained and frightened.
No one was allowed to frighten my female.