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Shanna

Shanna

What had he done? She didn’t understand. Why was she screaming and walking on all fours? Why were her feet jet black paws the size of dinner plates? Why was she?

Her bones hurt, her head hurt. All she wanted to do was kill the bastard that had done this to her. Her nose picked up a scent from under the door, a familiar scent. One the animal she liked.

She stopped the growl in her throat and sat. Sat like a kitty cat waiting politely for its dinner. Shanna’s mind rebelled. No, she wasn’t a cat; she was a human. A twenty-seven-year-old human with a d**k of a husband. Husband, husband? A memory flickered at the back of her mind, but murder kitty shoved it away. A snarl rattling the back of her throat. The door handle slowly rotated. Murder kitty hissed at it. It was like she was watching from a window. Or watching a movie play out from her eyes. She knew she was there but couldn’t work out how. The animal that was inside her faded from her mind. After a minute of intense pain and breaking bones, she cried out as the last of the bones shrank back. The tail. It seemed to take forever. She lay there panting and naked, deep claw marks ran from her hip to her knee. Blood ran freely from a bite mark on her shoulder. Her insides hurt and then in one blinding flash, everything came tumbling back to her.

She turned over on her side and pulled her knees up to her chin and sobbed.

Ben had been there when she had come downstairs, standing there with that smug s**t-eating grin. Like the cat who got the cream.

“Hello little dove, going somewhere?” he had said in the calm smooth voice that meant a whole lot of trouble and hurt.

“What the hell do you think you are doing here?” she had said a lot louder than she had ever thought possible when faced with Ben.

“Now, now Shanna, that’s not a very nice way to greet your husband,” he took a step towards her, she took a step back.

“Look, we need to talk about this whole silly situation,” he stopped advancing on her, but she still felt threatened.

“How did you get in?” Shanna asked moving around to the kitchen counters eyes never leaving his.

“I just broke the window while you were drying your hair. You never sat naked at the dressing table before. Is your new toy worth more than seven years with me?”

Shanna felt sick, he had been watching her, watched as she found all her old clothes ripped to pieces. Watched as she had looked at herself for the first time in years without feeling that she was worthless.

“I want you to leave.” she said in a hoarse whisper as tears of humiliation threatened to spill from her lashes.

“You really have no right to tell me what to do!” shouted into her face. She blinked in surprise. “You.” He jabbed a finger into her shoulder. Hard. “Have. No. Right” three more jabs.

His face was beetroot red, his neck was thick and corded with veins and muscle. He wasn’t a scrawny man at just over six foot he had an athletic build.

“What are you doing?” Shanna asked, rubbing her bruised shoulder.

He grabbed her by the front of her jumper and pulled her to him.

“Doing what I should have done a long time ago.” He spun her around and pushed her against the cold granite worktop.

“Oh, please, don’t” she screamed, trying to kick and hit at him, but it was no good she couldn’t get a shot near him.

“Shut up b***h, you aren’t that appealing to me anymore, and neither will that f**k toy think so when I’ve finished with you.” He pulled her hair away from her neck. “Kate was always a better f**k. She does things you wouldn’t dream of doing” his breath was hot on her neck. Tears squeezed out from her eyes splashing onto the counter like wet stars.

“Wonder why I didn’t come home often?” he licked the side of her neck making her gag.

“I can guess, fucker” she ground out through clenched teeth.

“Now, now Shanna. That’s not very becoming of a Hewitt lady is it? All those years of training to make the perfect docile mate.” he leaned forward and grabbed her breast and squeezed, she let out a yelp of pain.

“Shame, you never gave me an heir, though your dad said you were the perfect breeder,” he yanked back her hair hard, his lips brushing the tender skin below her ear. “Look at that pulse of life. Such a weak barrier to something so important.”

“He’ll kill you for this.” Shanna ground out, through the pain and terror.

“Oh little dove, nothing can kill me” then there was just pain. Then he was gone, she clapped her hand to her torn and bleeding neck. Blood running freely though her fingers. Her last thought before she passed out.

He had done something to her, put something in her. She could feel it. Just under her skin. Ready to break out. Then there was nothing.