Eve
The pregnant woman barely had time to scream before I slammed into her, knocking her back against the vehicle with a metallic crunch. My jaws hovered inches from her throat, breath hot and ragged.
She fought against me, but my weight was not one she could withstand. Her hands shifted to claws, her fangs and nose elongating into the snout of a brown wolf — but she was still no match.
"This wasn't part of the deal!" she screamed at me in frustration, her words filtering through snarls. "I am not the fucking target! Don't you dare touch me!"
But then —
Another heartbeat.
Faint. Flickering.
Not hers.
I froze.
Slowly, trembling, I lowered my head and pressed my ear to her belly. My breath hitched, my nose brushing against her skin, searching... hoping... desperate to feel that tiny pulse, that fragile flutter of life.
Nothing.
My brow furrowed. Confusion swirled with frustration, hunger clashing against instinct. I let out a soft, strangled whine.
Where was the pup?
