Lycan Contempt by S. Yule (reading fiction TXT) 📕

guard. When the rogue broke loose from his hold and ran, Kish knew the outcome was going to be dire. Before the rogue got ten feet away, Kish leapt into the air and kicked him in the lower back, sending him sprawling to the ground with a loud thud.

He placed his knee between the center of his shoulders and wrapped his arm around his throat once again.

Kish was saddened by what he had to do next, but he had no choice. He snapped the rogue’s neck and let his limp body fal back to the ground. He’d given him a chance, but he’d heard the truth in the pup’s words. The souless, black eyes that had stared at him in defiance were devoid of emotion, devoid of compassion, devoid of any trace of humanity. Yet the loss of one of his own was hard, especialy with their already-dwindling numbers.

He turned to face the other rogue stil being held by Brady.

“How about you? You have a change of heart on your outlook of our laws?” Kish looked down at the dead rogue’s body and back with a raised brow.

“You fucking asshole!”

Kish smacked the rogue hard. “Where’s the girl?”

The rogue spit on him, and Kish returned the insult with a fist to the nose. The rogue yelped in pain.

“You have one more chance to do this the easy way, and then things are going to get messy, bloody, and painful real fast for you.” Kish stared down into the pup’s face, hoping beyond hope that he could save this one.

He didn’t detect the complete lack of soul and compassion in these eyes like he had in the other pup.

This one stil had a chance to change. But would he choose to do so?

For several moments, the rogue stared back defiantly, but finaly, that glimmer of hope shined brighter. “Fine! I didn’t want to do this to begin with.

I only did it because my brother wanted to.”

“Son of a bitch,” Kish muttered.

“Christ,” Brady said.

Kish felt bad for the pup. He’d obviously had a very bad role model. Hel, it wouldn’t have taken much longer until this rogue would have been as lost as his brother.

“We have to bury him,” the pup whispered.

“After we get some things settled, I’l take care of your brother,” Kish said.

“Wait,” Brady said. “I want to know if either of you pricks touched my sister.”

Fury burned in Brady’s eyes, and for the pup’s sake, Kish hoped he had the right answer because if this one had touched Krista, he would meet the same fate as his brother had only at Brady’s hands. While Kish would be saddened by yet another loss to his species, he’d alow Brady to take his rightful vengeance.

The pup swalowed hard, looked at his brother’s body, Kish, then Brady. “Mike. H-he did some stuff to her, but he didn’t rape her. There wasn’t time.”

Brady punched the pup in the face, and he dropped to his knees. Brady bent and covered the pup’s throat with one hand and began squeezing.

“What did you do?” Brady said through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t do anything. I swear it.” The pup choked.

“I’ve done a lot of stuff, but I’ve never harmed a woman. I just couldn’t do it. Mike said I was a weak fag for it.”

The pup’s face started to turn blue and tears ran down his cheeks. Finaly, Brady released him, and he gulped for air over and over, reminding Kish of a fish out of water.

“Are you and your brother the only two involved in this pathetic scheme?” Kish asked.

“Yes,” he said hoarsely while rubbing his throat.

“What do you want to do with him?” Brady asked Kish.

“If he’s wiling to reform, we can take him to the shelter. We’l get Georgia and leave him in there until we can arrange for someone to pick him up from Sanctuary. Of course, this is al riding on if he’l give us your sister’s location, and that she’s recovered unharmed.”

“I’m wiling.”

“What is your name, pup?” Kish looked at the rogue and doubted he was much more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

“Wade.”

“Wel, Wade, today might be your one chance at a decent life.” Kish motioned in front of him. “Start walking.”

“What about my brother?”

“I told you he’d be taken care of. I keep my word.

If you ever learn one thing in life, boy, learn that a man’s word is worth its weight in gold.”

Wade seemed as if he wanted to argue, but after a few moments, his shoulders sagged in defeat and he started walking in the direction Kish had motioned.

“Once we get to the shelter, you go and get your sister. Let me know when you have her. If she’s safe, the pup lives and gets to go to Sanctuary as promised. Otherwise . . . wel, let’s hope for Wade’s sake there is no otherwise.”

“There isn’t! I swear. When we left her, she was fine.”

Brady cuffed him on the back of the head none too gently. “You better fucking hope so.”

Chapter Sixteen

Georgia paced back and forth. She’d bumped in to so many things at this point she was sure both of her legs were covered in bruises. Her stomach was upset with worry for Kish. Had Brady made it to him in time? Was he okay? Would he come back for her?

She remembered the key code for the door, but there was no way in hel she was going to try to find her way back to Kish’s by herself unless there was no other choice.

She’d decided to give him until morning, wel, midmorning, considering the late hour they’d made it to the shelter. After that, al bets were off. She wasn’t sitting out here for days by herself wondering what had happened. Besides, she had to make sure Lucy was taken care of and get in touch with Henry and Joey or they’d be worried sick over her.

As the minutes turned into hours, her upset stomach turned into one big knot of nerves. The thought of losing