92: Go for the throat.
**Bane pov**
How the hell was he still breathing? I couldn’t take it, but I couldn’t look away either.
At this point, I started pulling at my hair and screaming at the top of my lungs but that didn’t help, even a little. My screams echoed in the void and even as I felt tears spill down my cheeks, that didn’t stop the monster’s laugh or the beast’s continuous attacks.
Killian, that stubbornly strong motherfucker still pushed. I had no idea why or how he was connected to Aife, why he stood in the beast’s way, but I was equally as scared for his life as I was grateful.
Just because I didn’t like him just as much as he didn’t like me didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate what he was doing - the mad fuck was sacrificing his own life to protect her.
And now, he laid on the snow covered ground, his broken body surrounded by an insane amount of blood, but somehow, he was still breathing.
Fuck, I prayed the Goddess he was as much of a cockroach as I used to think he was - in that case, there was a hope he could survive this madness.
Killian should’ve stayed down from the very first crack of the bunes, but he didn’t. He was too stubborn, or maybe stupid. Fuck it, he probably was both.
And he only proved my suspicions when I saw his head lift, just a little, but enough to show he and his wolf were still fighting.
“You can’t even stand,” I heard the beast mutter and the next moment, I screamed as the bones in my body started rearranging again, shifting into my own body that truly wasn’t mine.
When the shift was complete, I couldn’t force myself to the surface and take control because the monster already had it. He, in all his awful glory, only repeated the beast’s words. “You pathetic pest, you can’t even stand,” he spat at Killian.
I watched in horror as Killian’s wolf retreated and his body shifted back to his usual human form. It was so fucking weird to see a broken, battered man instead of the smug Alpha he always came across as.
“I don’t need to stand, you hybrid fuck,” Killian choked out, spitting red across the snow, “to rip your throat out. Come a little closer, bastard, see how far I’m willing to go to bury you.”
The monster was so caught off guard by Killian’s words that I could feel how his eyes widened and he blinked like an idiot. And then, just as fast, he managed to pull himself together and started laughing like a complete madman.
While the bastard laughed, I tried to scream at Killian, to warn him to get out while he was still awake, but of course, my voice didn’t ring out anywhere else but in my own head.
I was growing more frustrated and desperate with every second that passed, so much so that I didn’t notice the slight shift in Killian’s behavior until it was too late.
He knew he had only one last try to stop the monster and unfortunately, he decided to go for the throat.
Killian forced his body upright and attacked.
“No!” I screamed as loudly as I could, but no one heard me. I was wasting my breath by trying to stop what I knew would happen anyway.
As Killian got close enough, the monster caught him before he could deliver the blow. Time froze and when I looked down, I let out the ugliest sob I had ever heard.
A claw - there was a fucking claw jammed into Killian’s side. Too deep to be true. Fuck.
After what felt like the longest second in human history, Killian screamed - the sound so raw, so full of pain and despair, I didn’t bother trying to hold back the next round of tears that rolled down my cheeks.
I stood like a fool, trapped in my own body, unable to stop injustice or fix what was already broken. I wanted to, fuck, I really wanted to stop this once and for all, but I was helpless and I fucking hated it.
Cold shivers ran down my spine as the monster let me feel how his nails scraped against Killian’s bones, further delivering the point that he had complete control and I could feel only what he wanted me to feel.
“No,” I choked out, the word barely audible to my own ears, let alone his.
My breath got caught in my throat as I watched Killian’s eyes roll back into his skull and his body convulse. The monster lifted him like Killian weighed nothing and threw him away like a rag doll.
I held my breath as I watched the body land, hoping against hope to see any signs of life, even if only a barely there twitch of a muscle, but I saw nothing. Killian’s broken body just lay there - no movements, no sounds, nothing.
“You fucking killed him,” I hissed at the monster, fully aware my words had no power against him, but for some reason, I felt like it was important to deliver the statement.
“Oh, fuck off, princess,” he snothed and laughed as I he brought the blood covered hand to my mouth and licked off some of Killian’s blood. “He stood in our way, nobody asked him to do that and the bastard probably already knew what would happen. The consequences are on him, not me.”
“You killed a goddamn Alpha because you were not allowed on a mountain, you mad fuck!” I growled at him.
“Nah-ah,” the monster dragged, his voice dripping with mockery. “I killed him because he stood in my way of getting to what I wanted. Or, more precisely, who I want. He decided to play the hero and well, as we know, heroes live as long as they are allowed to live,” he chuckled and started walking up the mountain trail.
While earlier, in its beast form he was running like his ass was on fire, now he was casually strolling like he needed time to enjoy the damn scenery.
“You’re fucking sick,” I said lowly, equally as enraged as I was tired of his bullshit.
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Let’s revisit my mental state when I get to dance around this mountain with your pretty little mate’s head in my hands.”
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