Property of a Gordon

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve

My irritation was ticking just like a time bomb, about to go off within the next few seconds.

I had been standing in front of Kendall's door for so long I had memorized the pattern painted on it. Someone had knocked on my door and woken me up, ignoring my growling and snapping.

So I had gotten dressed against my will and walked out, giving death glares to those who attempted to look at me in the wrong way. I knew they disapproved of me waiting outside in a layer of skin instead of a pelt of fur, but I just couldn't bring myself to care.

I growled loud enough that the nearest guard tensed, his hand tightening on the thick chain he held. My eyes drifted to the wolf attached to it, and I shivered inwardly.

This wolf must've never seen the cruelty of John because his eyes didn't hold a broken look. Instead, they held raw, blinding fear. It was the type of fear that kept this particular wolf from stepping out of line. It was something John had stripped from the others, leaving them with nothing.

The emotion in his eyes was a silent cry for help. It was one I'd promised I'd answered no matter what it took.

This once magnificent wolf gave a low whine towards me as he caught my eye. The other wolves nearby, all already broken, stiffened in preparation. Unlike me, they knew what was to come next.

The guard handling the wolf yanked on the thick chain before pulling out a sleek item that looked like a metal baton. I just watched, uncomprehending. I don't know why, but my brain couldn't seem to connect the dots.

He raised the baton and I could hear the air whistle around it as he brought it down against the wolf. There was a sickening crack of his ribs, and the wolf cried out.

Before he was able to bring the object down again, I flew through the air, snarling as my skin sprouted into fur.

The guard hadn't expected anyone to try and stop him, that much was obvious. His eyes widened with surprise, and he tried raising the baton towards me, but it was far too late.

My paws met his chest, and we flew to the ground before I heard it take his breath away. That was when a vicious snarl erupted through me in warning at the guards who'd tried stealthily moving forward.

I clamped my jaws around his neck, squeezing lightly when he opened his mouth to try speaking. His eyes now held fear equivalent to the same fear the wolf had just felt.

I let a growl escape from me, startling the guard beneath me. I watched another guard let go of the thick chain in his hand, hearing it thud against the floor.

His face was expressionless as the wolf he'd been handling raised it hackles and let out a low growl. What surprised me was the fact that the wolf wasn't growling at the man who'd held him by a chain, but that he was growling at me.

I debated whether to let the guard go and attack the wolf, but that would only lead to the guards thoroughly beating me with enjoyment fueling them. But if I didn't let go anytime soon, the wolf would harm and possibly kill me.

The dusty-colored wolf whom I had just saved from a severe beating lowered his head and let out a low growl of his own. He was trying to become my savior, but his heroic act would most likely end with his death and my own. The other wolf towered over him, but the dust-colored wolf continued holding his ground.