Hope

 

  The lycan is berserk, snarling and growling, saliva flying out his mouth. Sam reaches for the knife in his belt.

  ‘No!’ I scream, while he thrusts the knife in and out of his stomach.

  ‘Slow down! I want him to watch this before he dies,’ Alpha Tate says, moving my hair from my neck, and nuzzling the spot where he will mark me. I’m crying my eyes out. Leant against the bars, Sam grins while watching Alpha Tate, and the lycan bleed out.

  About to die any moment, the lycan’s eyes roll back in his head. I spot a syringe in Sam's belt. Without knowing what’s in it, it’s ...