《My Werewolf Professor》Chapter 28
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"I'm going to kill him," Callum said between clenched teeth, his canines extending and his eyes glowing a bright, piercing gold. He stormed out of his office and down the hallway, heading for the front door. "Rip him to fucking pieces."
I hurried after him. "You promised that you wouldn't get mad."
"I promised that I wouldn't get mad at you, Bria." He rushed through the woods, twigs snapping under his harsh footsteps. "I can feel however the fuck I want to feel about the man trying to take my mate away from me."
Oh, god. Oh, god, Oh, god.
Moving my short legs faster, I desperately tried to keep up with his quickening pace. This was not how I expected Callum to react. Sure, I had seen him angry and annoyed before, but I had never seen him like... this.
About half a mile ahead, wolves gathered in a clearing in their shifted forms. My heart pounded inside my chest, and I moved even faster somehow, letting my legs carry me the rest of the way. Callum was about to flip out on Adan, and I didn't want him to get hurt.
If Adan thought he was a threat, he would murder Callum.
Adan was so insane that he smiled when he killed someone.
"Levi," Callum shouted. A wolf glanced back from the crowd and toward us, then Levi shifted into his naked human form. Callum grabbed my hand and pulled me toward Levi. "Bring Bria back to the packhouse and don't let her leave."
When he released my hand, he turned toward the crowd and shifted into his huge black wolf, his claws digging into the dirt and his canines dripping with saliva. I stared at him with wide eyes and watched him march right through the crowd of parted wolves.
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Before Levi could grab my hand to force me back toward the packhouse, I stormed toward the group. Levi sntached my hips and flung me over his sweaty shoulder. "You're not going over there."
I squirmed in his hold and stared with wide eyes as Callum leaped at Adan, two wolves about to fight to the death. My heart thrashed even harder, and I punched and kicked Levi as hard as I could until I heard one of his bones crack.
And while I wanted to care, all I could seem to focus on was the thought of Adan killing Callum. No matter what, I couldn't let Callum die. He was my mate, the man who turned me into a wolf only a couple days ago. If he died because of Adan, I would never be able to forgive him.
Never.
I would kill Adan myself, no matter how long it took or how hard it was.
Levi cursed under his breath and scolded me to stop squirming around, but I continued even harder, knowing that I would break him soon. From across the forest, Callum and Adan tore out each other's flesh, growled and bit and ripped each other to pieces, flesh and fur flying in every direction.
"Stop it!" I shouted, but neither of them seemed to hear me.
Adan ripped a huge chuck of Callum's shoulder muscle from his body and was about to tear his claws into Callum's throat. Fear ran through my body, the thought of losing Callum making me numb. I couldn't.
I barely knew him yet but...
But I...
"We love him," someone whispered inside my mind.
I didn't know who it was or how they got inside my head, but it was true. Something had drawn me to Callum the moment that I laid my eyes on him in the hallway. I could barely make eye contact with him, my mind had been in overdrive the moment I smelled his scent the first day of school.
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Suddenly, I was running through the forest.
"Bria! Get back here!" Levi screamed from the forest floor.
My eyes widened slightly as I glanced over my shoulder at Levi who was doubled over on the ground, clutching his stomach with one arm and the blood gushing out of his shoulder with the other. I didn't know how the hell that had happened, but... but I'd deal with that later.
"Bria!" Levi shouted, stumbling to his feet. "Stop!"
I turned toward the crowd of wolves fighting each other, my legs moving on their own. Glancing down at them, I noticed the blood on my hands and the claws that had ripped out of my fingers.
Had I... Had I been the one to hurt Levi? Had I taken him down and got out of his hold without even my knowledge of it?
Unable to stop myself, I pushed further into the crowd of wolves until I reached the two biggest wolves slashing each other with their talons. Adan swiped his claws across Callum's neck. My chest rose and fell quickly, agony rushing through me.
"No!" I shouted.
But a moment passed, and Callum was still fighting. No blood seeped out of his throat, only a thin scar formed, as if Adan had barely grazed Callum. Maybe Adan wasn't as strong as I had always thought he was, or maybe Callum was stronger.
So much stronger.
Callum rushed at Adan faster this time, pouncing on Adan's body and thrusting him to the ground, blood dripping from Callum's canines and onto Adan's face. Callum roared at Adan, Adan's fur rushing back from the mere force of the growl.
A wolf, who I recognized as Jasmine by the piercing eyes, ran by and slammed Callum in the side, shoving him off Adan. My eyes widened slightly as the scene unfolded around me. What was she doing?
Jasmine stood in front of Adan, as if she was protecting him from her alpha. Instead of taking the gesture lightly, Adan stood back up and growled at Jasmine, pushing her behind him but his eyes were lighter and more lively than I had ever seen them.
Adan and Callum leaped at each other again, and I couldn't take another second of watching them try to kill the other. I rushed between them, found myself moving without the ability to stop, and screamed at the top of my lungs. "Stop!"
A deafening silence erupted across the forest, and everyone stopped.
"Bria," Levi said after a couple moments.
"What?!" I snapped at him, my chest heaving up and down. "I'm not coming with you!"
"No, Bria..." He gestured down at the alphas by my side.
My hands were wrapped around their throat so hard, fingers digging into their flesh until it nearly turned white. My eyes widened, and I let go of them, backing up slowly with my brows furrowed together.
"I..." I whispered, glancing down at my trembling hands and at the newly found strength that I possessed. "I'm so sorry."
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