what they are saying to each other . From the look in Stone ’ s eyes , however, I can tell he’s out for blood.
With the master watching I can’t do anything. I can’t canter over there and tell Stone to simmer , otherwise we might never get out of here. I need those two working with me, not against me if I want to get into the master’s dungeon and get the key that could very well be t he answer to our escape .
When the starter gun sounds, I hold my breath, half expecting Stone to go for Logan’s throat instead of running the course. But alpha that he is, I realize this is his chance to show domination over my mate, and he’s not about to miss that opportunity.
After all, there can only be one alpha in the pack.
Stone flashes white canines as his beefy paws di g into the dirt , bloodlust flashing in his pewter eyes . With power , agility, and practiced ease, he darts forward and jumps the first hurtle. He slowly climbs the ladder, Logan ’s powerful legs pushing hard as he keep s pace beside him . Using their sharp teeth, the y both clamp down on the ir ropes , their jaws bearing the entire weight of their bod ies as they swing across the mud pit in sync.
I glance ahead, my eyes scanning the equipment and look ing for a flaw in the course, one Logan isn’t bound to notice. How could he , really, especially when he’s not privy to the cruel tricks the master likes to play on us ? It doesn’t take long for me to see the defect in the zig - zags .
When I notice the thin layer of green sod strategically placed over a new ly bulldozed hole, I instantly know it’s a trap . I also know if Logan lands in it he could very well break his neck . The master likes to point out that these manmade t raps help keep us on our toes and keep us alive and that he’s simply doing us a favor by sharpening our skills so we’re always at the top of our game .
My heart pounds faster and I make my way closer, my small body weaving around the wolves pacing the compound , and I know the rapid fire rushing of my blood can be heard by all. A s Logan approaches the trap, I can’t help myself. I make a noise, a half cry, half howl.
That’s when Stone turns his attention to me , my distress signal gaining his focus . With his gaze diverted, he missteps, his ankle catching the outer edge of the trap, and his hard body land s with a painful thump. I suck in a quick breath , and see how furious he is when Logan jumps over the trap and takes the lead .
A hush falls over the crowd as Stone’s low growl rents the air . He pulls himself from the hollowed - out hole and he gives a savage shake of his head as his eyes zero in on Logan’s position . A moment later he bolts forward and instead of running through the long tube ahead of him, he jumps on top of it, and pounces on Logan when he exits the tunnel.
My insides twist a nd a shiver skips down my spine a s he goes for Logan’s throat . Using swift , agile movements I try to get closer, to communi cate with them, but the master is watching me, waiting for me to do something, anything .
I stand still, knowing any more action on my part will be a dead giveaway and the last thing I want is for the master to know how I feel about these two . As I maintain calm on the outside, f ury erupts inside me and it’s all I can do to swallow it down. Tormented by the si ght of the two wolves in a bloody fight , my body tenses and I clench down hard on my jaw as I watch them rip into each other, a nd all the while I stand idly by unable to do anything about it .
Logan retaliates, his powerful muscles bunch as his nails slash at Stone’s face, the fresh scent of blood causing a frenzy among the other wolves. I listen to the gruesome sound of claws tearing flesh and strong bones crunch ing like glass . A ball of dry dirt forms a dark cloud as the two tumble along the ground in a mass of black fur and fangs.
I steal a glance at the guards above, wondering how long they ’re going to let this
With the master watching I can’t do anything. I can’t canter over there and tell Stone to simmer , otherwise we might never get out of here. I need those two working with me, not against me if I want to get into the master’s dungeon and get the key that could very well be t he answer to our escape .
When the starter gun sounds, I hold my breath, half expecting Stone to go for Logan’s throat instead of running the course. But alpha that he is, I realize this is his chance to show domination over my mate, and he’s not about to miss that opportunity.
After all, there can only be one alpha in the pack.
Stone flashes white canines as his beefy paws di g into the dirt , bloodlust flashing in his pewter eyes . With power , agility, and practiced ease, he darts forward and jumps the first hurtle. He slowly climbs the ladder, Logan ’s powerful legs pushing hard as he keep s pace beside him . Using their sharp teeth, the y both clamp down on the ir ropes , their jaws bearing the entire weight of their bod ies as they swing across the mud pit in sync.
I glance ahead, my eyes scanning the equipment and look ing for a flaw in the course, one Logan isn’t bound to notice. How could he , really, especially when he’s not privy to the cruel tricks the master likes to play on us ? It doesn’t take long for me to see the defect in the zig - zags .
When I notice the thin layer of green sod strategically placed over a new ly bulldozed hole, I instantly know it’s a trap . I also know if Logan lands in it he could very well break his neck . The master likes to point out that these manmade t raps help keep us on our toes and keep us alive and that he’s simply doing us a favor by sharpening our skills so we’re always at the top of our game .
My heart pounds faster and I make my way closer, my small body weaving around the wolves pacing the compound , and I know the rapid fire rushing of my blood can be heard by all. A s Logan approaches the trap, I can’t help myself. I make a noise, a half cry, half howl.
That’s when Stone turns his attention to me , my distress signal gaining his focus . With his gaze diverted, he missteps, his ankle catching the outer edge of the trap, and his hard body land s with a painful thump. I suck in a quick breath , and see how furious he is when Logan jumps over the trap and takes the lead .
A hush falls over the crowd as Stone’s low growl rents the air . He pulls himself from the hollowed - out hole and he gives a savage shake of his head as his eyes zero in on Logan’s position . A moment later he bolts forward and instead of running through the long tube ahead of him, he jumps on top of it, and pounces on Logan when he exits the tunnel.
My insides twist a nd a shiver skips down my spine a s he goes for Logan’s throat . Using swift , agile movements I try to get closer, to communi cate with them, but the master is watching me, waiting for me to do something, anything .
I stand still, knowing any more action on my part will be a dead giveaway and the last thing I want is for the master to know how I feel about these two . As I maintain calm on the outside, f ury erupts inside me and it’s all I can do to swallow it down. Tormented by the si ght of the two wolves in a bloody fight , my body tenses and I clench down hard on my jaw as I watch them rip into each other, a nd all the while I stand idly by unable to do anything about it .
Logan retaliates, his powerful muscles bunch as his nails slash at Stone’s face, the fresh scent of blood causing a frenzy among the other wolves. I listen to the gruesome sound of claws tearing flesh and strong bones crunch ing like glass . A ball of dry dirt forms a dark cloud as the two tumble along the ground in a mass of black fur and fangs.
I steal a glance at the guards above, wondering how long they ’re going to let this
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