Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Blood Rage.
Yes!
An inhuman war cry escapes my lips at the same time I yank my wrists in opposite directions. Pieces of broken chains hitting the ground resounds around the space, interrupting the dying elf’s howls. Scents of peppermint strangle my senses to the point of infuriation and expressing it is done in a brutal nature. Removing his unattached appendage from my mouth is followed by whacking him across the face with it hard enough to snap his neck. The crack creates his silence—finally—however it deepens the disgusting smell.
Fuck, I’m never gonna think about Christmas the same way again.
Certain some creature has probably heard all the commotion, I scramble to search his pockets for a key to free my hands from the metal remnants. Once the object has been located and the shackles discarded, I dart to the door with the intent of bailing before more guards can appear to restore my imprisonment. Unfortunately, the instant I open it, I’m met by the first of what I am assuming is going to be many reinforcements. The leather-clad guard who looks just as pale and petrified as the other two did is delivered similar barbaric treatment. His stretched-out pistol is met by my hand wrapping around the edge and crunching it closed. Bending that arm back towards him is done next, leaving no pause for him to react or counterattack. The edge of the weapon is then thrust into his forehead, knocking his pencil figure into the doorframe. One blow is enough to disorient him; however, the action is repeated a second, third, and eventual sixth time, only stopping when I’ve created a crater in the center of his face for the blood to pool in. At that point, I slyly snake his security badge and stroll off the down the corridor, making sure to keep my face down for any cameras I may cross.
Hey, food for thought here. How about we hold off on the killing shit for just a bit?
No.
Yeah, this whole leave a bread crumb trail of bodies to find us is not the best strategy for a slick escape.
I’m met by a grumbling sound that I have no choice but ignore due to a pair of security members rounding the corner. Keeping a calm disposition, I sharply turn on my heels, step over to the nearest door, and swipe the keycard in silent hopes I don’t look suspicious. The second I’m inside, I press my back firmly against the door, anxious not to create any additional noises that may alert the passing guards to my presence or set off any alarms in the dimly lit room. I hold completely still for a full minute, yet as soon as I’m convinced, I’m in the clear, blaring noises begin flooding the small space along with a flashing red light.
And that’s why we don’t want our killing to get out of hand! It’s basically like a big red arrow of follow them that way!
Point.
Thankful logic and my natural instincts are once again on the same page, I take a quick scan of my surroundings, almost immediately recognizing the layout to be similar to the one I just left, including a prison cell with a glass wall to see into it. Unlike me—who was bound in a chair—whatever creature is being kept inside doesn’t have restraints.
Or clothes.
Fuck, if it wasn’t for the fact that I can see it literally trembling to death, I wouldn’t even think it was alive.
Save.
Creeping cautiously closer, I calmly announce, “I’m not here to hurt you.”
The shaking creature’s eyes lift to meet mine.
Shifter.
You sure?
Wolf.
A faint flash of yellow is seen prior to disappearing behind closed lids again. I thoughtlessly tap on the glass to encourage what appears to be a malnourished male to keep his stare on me. He shakes his head the most I imagine he can and curls into himself tighter.
Defensively.
Prepares to be harmed again, although I’m not sure by who or what.
Save.
Of course.
I swipe my keycard at the panel in hopes of being granted access yet am met by a denial buzz. Not surprised that this random guard didn’t have the necessary clearance, I prepare to search the room for perhaps a spare badge when a surge of strength shoots up my spine.
Why do I need to do this the “right” way?
Why do I need to follow any sort of professional conduct?!
Why don’t I just break the fucking glass for him like I did for me?
They’re actually probably less likely to hear the shit over the blaring alarm sound that I swear is getting louder.
Yes.
Curling the hand that contains my family orc ring, I forcefully draw it back past my ears.
Suck in a deep breath.
Launch it forward with all the fury and frustration floating in my veins.
Glass pieces rain onto the ground like an unexpected downpour causing the fragile wolf shifter to latch his gaze onto mine for a second time.