There is a feeling of rage in the world this morning, and Linkin Park seemed the best way to go. My initial inspiration with these words fell flat and vanished before the paragraph was finished. The muse then pounced in a different interpretation. Enjoy!
I cannot take this anymore.
Lars sang along to her rage playlist like it was a mantra. She sang quietly but each word was spat out with force. She couldn’t scream the words, they were racing down a suspect after all.
She was ahead of everyone else. Feet pounding in a rhythmic beat against the footpath as she got faster and faster until it felt like she was near to flying. She was closing the distance on Atkins. A werewolf with anger management issues and a fetish for people who couldn’t fight back, like the rest of his pack had been. He was scum. Lars launched herself off the side of the wall to give her the height to pounce on the large man and knock him down to the ground. She landed with a knee on his back.
“Give it up,” Lars growled as he tried to lift himself off the ground and throw her off his back.
He did not reply, just tried to attack her. Lars was ready for him, hell she wanted him to fight back. She was angry.
The wolf was there in his eyes, just between the surface and Lars might have been scared but she had her own fire in her own, and she was used to fighting wolves. She had spent half her life hunting them down and taking them out. Including his pack.
“Thought you could get away with taking out another innocent woman? Thought you’d found one who couldn’t fight back? You picked wrong.”
“Go to hell.”
“Shut up when I’m talking to you,” Lars replied.
They were back on their feet again and he came at her swinging. Lars ducked and spun, she brought her foot up and thrust it into the flesh just above his hip.
He let out a grunt.
“You know, I knew your brother,” she taunted.
Lars knew he was holding back and she wanted him to let it go, unleash the beast and give her an excuse to kick his teeth in. She wouldn’t kill him, she wasn’t allowed to kill anymore now she was on the other side of the law. Well, only when she had to.
He paused at her admission.
“Knew most of that pack. Mourn none of them, especially not your alpha. Not after what they did to my father. Not after what they did to me and my unborn child.”
Recognition flickered in his face. Not one person in that pack wouldn’t know who she was by that description. Recognition was followed by fear.
“One step closer to the edge and I’m about to break.” Lars was angry. She would never get over that anger. Never.
She glared, body tense and ready to pounce at his first move. Her teeth were clenched and each exhale almost sounded like a growl. Lars had been human when they had hurt her. She was not now. He had not hurt her but he was part of it all. He could be taught a lesson too.
Kieran was coming up on them fast. Her boss. Often her conscience.
Hunter was behind him. Neither of them wanted her to give into the darkness that was welling up. Lars wanted to ignore them. She wanted this man for his part in the tragedy that had been her life.
Atkins bolted, using her distraction to try and win his freedom. She ran after him, all she could think of was punishment, vengeance. All she could think of was bringing him pain to ease her own. All she could see was red. Blood. Hate. Vengeance.
She vaulted over the fence after him. She hit the ground and tucked to the side and rolled moving back to her feet. Her stride was never broken as she sprinted. She dove forward and crashed them both down to the ground. He rolled from her and was back on his feet but she was quick and had her hand on his ankle as he tried to run. He went down hard, face smacking into the concrete with a sickening thud.
She began to crawl up his body ready to unleash holy retribution on this beast but she was grabbed and pulled back. She hit the ground hard and a face appeared over hers as she was pinned.
“Easy, hellcat,” Kieran was breathing hard but he had her, mostly knowing she would not hurt him even with the anger that clouded her better judgement.
Hunter had the guy but his own wolf was not needed. The guy was out cold from the impact of face hitting concrete.
Kieran slowly released Lars as the rest of the team arrived, Hunter helped her off the ground and lead her around the building to a place with a bit of privacy. He took her hand and put it on his chest.
“Come on, babe. Match my breath.”
Lars exhaled low, she needed to get control and Hunter was the best one to help her with that. She had not lost control like this in a long while but seeing that man. Knowing who he was related to, it stirred up pain in her that could never heal. Time could not heal all wounds, and it could not always dim the pain. There were unforgivable acts in the world and Lars was often too stubborn to forgive.
“Larissa!” Hunter flicked her nose. “Focus on me.”
“Make me,” Lars growled. She wanted to destroy something right now. She had to get control but all she wanted was to destroy something.
“Fine. If that’s how you want to play.” Hunter’s eyes flashed with flecks of gold and orange and his grin became more predatory. His grip on her wrist became firmer, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Lars growled and tried to pull her hand free. He moved with her and kept his grip. Her other hand came up and palm flat she hit him in the chest. He stepped back with the impact but did not let her go. He moved to grab her other wrist and Lars stepped back and moved her arm back behind her.
The fight started in earnest and Hunter did not hold back. He did not have to with Lars and she did not have to with him. Twice she got free and twice he got her again.
Then he cheated as she was about to break free for the third time. He kissed her.
If he wanted to play dirty then she would too. She bit his lip and made him growl.
She got free and fled. He chased her. She skidded around a building and swung around on a lamp post to keep her momentum going. She jumped cars and flipped over a fence into the local park. She came down onto one knee and glanced behind her. Hunter was right there, grinning at her as he launched up onto the top of the car to follow her over the fence.
The anger in her had transformed and she had not even noticed. Lars ran and ducked behind a tree. Hunter followed and she pounced knocking them both down a slope.
Hunter grabbed both Lars’s wrists as they rolled and pinned her at the bottom of the slope. “Feel better now?”
“We should go back to the others.”
“Soon, they can deal with Atkins. You don’t need to see him again.”
Her body tensed at his name and she knew Hunter was right, she did not know if she could control herself if she was in his presence again. Hunter did not need their bond to know what she was feeling and that she could use a distraction. He always knew the best way to distract her.
He kissed her, and for a time, Lars forgot about the rest of the world, Atkins and the anger.