My vision tinged red, but I tried to stay rational. Were they trying to get Crescent? Or was it as simple as wanting access to the contraband room?
“Contraband room is open,” I said. “You can grab what you want from it.”
Sin better have found those contacts already and gotten the hell out of there.
Lucian grinned. “Not the prize we’re after.”
My grip tightened on Vandle before releasing entirely. Every muscle in my body rippled, a reminder of what it used to be like for me all the time.
Constant ruts, one after another, itching beneath my skin as I struggled to function through them.
I wasn’t that alpha anymore, but I might have to be to survive this.
To protect her.
Because I knew there was only one thing these alphas wanted from us.
Our omegas.
Vandle leapt first, but I wasn’t far behind.
My rational mind was fading until there was only a blurry, feral rage.
I’d ended up in a lot of scraps since I’d landed in Anarchy, but it had been a long time since I’d released my aura like this.
The first fist caught my cheek, but I tanked it the best I could, sending one right back, trying not to get flanked. Vandle had already lost it, deep amidst the fray like an alpha possessed.
I backed up, getting my balance, then threw myself at the approaching alpha, grateful this one didn’t have a knife. Pain shot through my side at a blow from another. There was a fist in my hair but my elbow shot out, catching someone with a grunt.
The world was getting hazy, ferality taking over.
Karma was with Crescent—I held onto that. He would feel our fear, and know the danger—he would take care of her.
I got another blow in, I was sure, then there was another explosion of pain in my skull, and the world went black.
42
Feral Alpha
A feral alpha is an alpha with an aura so unstable that it can drive them to act violently and without thought. Recovery from ferality is a constant challenge, and while omegas can assist through bonding or simply touch, recovery isn’t guaranteed. They are characterized most strongly, by extremely primal instincts and desires.
If a feral alpha sees an omega run, it is all but impossible for them not to chase.
KARMA
The next thing I remembered, my fists were covered in blood, my feet were pounding the floors in a sprint, and each panted breath was a rush of adrenaline.
Where was she…?
Each heaving breath echoed against the stone, as my heart slammed in my chest.
It was too dark down here…
Howls came from every direction, scattering my reactions a million ways, and hallways blurred by as I hunted.
She was in danger…
I spun at the sound of footsteps, and I saw, down a hall, an alpha running—no,chasing.