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Sammy maneuvered herself to the French doors opening them and easing outside as the massive bear came at her. “Adele, remember Matty is here. Please change. I—”

Shots were fired cutting off what she was saying as she hit the floor. The bullet scraped her arm and hit Adele in her bear form. She roared as bullet after bullet hit her. After the fourth shot she hit the ground almost on top of Sammy. Screaming at the sight of blood pooling around the bear Sammy crawled back into the house. She had to get to Matty.

Matty came running out.

“Move back now.”

“But Grandma!” he cried.

Standing up Sammy did a quick look for the shooter before she picked up Matty and ran behind the kitchen sink, crouching low. Sammy placed Matty behind her as Sammy’s worst nightmare came into the house and her view.

Greg.

“Hello, Sammy. I hear you’ve become a slut and an animal lover.”

Sammy stood making sure she hid Matty as much as possible. “Why are you here, Greg?”

“I came to save you from the animals that have brainwashed you. I’m going to make you happy again and protect you.” He glanced behind him at Adele. “Looks like I got here just in time.”

Sammy could feel her heart almost beating out of her chest. She was terrified. Matty was quietly sobbing behind her. Sammy told herself she needed to be strong for him.

“Why did you come back for me? This time when they catch you, they won’t let you off so easily. If you go now I won’t report that you’ve come here to anyone. I’ll let you go free. Please. I’m not the same woman you knew. I won’t put up with how you treated me or talked to me.” Sammy moved towards an exit keeping Matty behind her. “If you go now you’ll live. If my men get home they will kill you. If you get any closer I will fight to my last breath to kill you myself. I’m not going back to that hell I lived in when I was with you.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Greg lunged for her at the same time as she yelled.

“Run, Matty. Run.”

Sammy hit the kitchen tiles hard, ignoring the pain, knowing she was in a fight for her life. She told herself to fight. She’d prepared herself, and she could do it. Everything Brock and Slater taught her came to her in a whoosh, all the best spots to hit to make the most amount of damage. Brock and Slater had encouraged her to learn to protect herself. Brock had even said if all else fails, hit the balls as they are one of the most sensitive areas on a man.

Greg pulled her hair bringing her up and slamming her head back down against the tiles. Sammy kicked and fought as hard as she could.

“You’re mine. If I can’t have you no one else can,” Greg yelled at her.

“Fuck you.” She went still and found where she wanted to hurt. Using all her strength she kicked Greg between the legs. He squealed and rolled off her, and she scrambled to get up. She couldn’t let him win. She would kill him if she had to. Grabbing the knife she’d been using to cut the dinner with she let herself go, all her anger, all the pain and frustration of what Greg had done to her. She knew by the end he would be dead, or she would be.

****

Something wasn’t right. Brock looked in his review mirror to see Slater driving slowly behind him. Brock slowed his car also as he drove down the winding path to the house. As the house came into view a small boy ran out in front of him. Brock slammed on the brakes and swerved to the side. Turning the car off, Brock jumped out and gathered up his nephew.

“He killed Grandma,” Matty sobbed. “He’s got Aunty Sammy, and he’s screaming and hitting her. She’s screaming back and kicking and punching him. He’s a bad man, Uncle Brock. You have to go save Aunty Sammy before he kills her like he did Grandma.”

“Oh shit,” Slater said behind him. “You kill the bastard, and I’ll sort your mother out and look after Matty.”

Brock handed Matty to Slater and nodded. He reached into his car and pulled out his gun. Loading the chambers Brock entered the house ready once and for all to kill the man who had terrorized his mate.

The screams and yelling were loud, and Brock sighed in relief knowing if Sammy could scream she was still alive. Quietly sneaking up the stairs and hugging the walls, he followed where the smell of blood was the strongest, in the kitchen. The sight that greeted him had Brock freezing in shock. A bloody knife lay by the French sliding doors, and Sammy stood over a blood covered body as she whacked him with pieces of what looked like a gravy bowl over and over.

Sammy screamed at the body. “Never again. Never again. I won’t do it. No. Never again.”

Brock’s heart broke at the sight of Sammy. Taking a deep breath in and listening with his shifter hearing he could hear a barely-there heartbeat from Greg. Brock knew he had to stop her before she killed him. Sammy would never forgive herself if she did that, no matter how much she hated him.