The brute that held her from behind let out a loud whoop that deafened her right ear. She flinched and angled her body just so to avoid the slimy kiss the bastard wanted to plant on her cheek and who knew where else. He smelled of dirt and at least three days’ worth of grime. From the dingy white shirt all five shifters seemed to favor to the mucked up jeans, she’d say they all took their animals to heart and preferred living like one too.
The abrasive wind laced with the poison Brax dumped grated on their senses. She could tell because the guy with python-like strength growled through the pain as he damn near shattered her ribcage in the process until the wind subsided.
Irony at its best.
Every word the beefy-handed guy uttered drove a nail in his fate. Too bad he didn’t understand sooner.
Tremors rumbled across the ground. Claws dug into the earth. Chunks of dirt flew through the air and pelted nearby trees.
