[thoughtless]

This wasn't his Brink. This was evil. Wicked. Cameron know what existed inside his lover but Brink had never let it loose. Even in their heat he had maintained control. He had remained the incredible man that Cameron had come to cherish, even love. The night the child was concieved had been passionate, primal, rough--even Cameron liked things a little bit rough--but never cruel. Never this monstrosity.

Cameron gulped for air the instant Brink's fingers loosened, still awash in a haze of terror and pain. He felt himself drop hard to his knees as his lover grunted "run!"

He wanted to. All of his being wanted to, but his body wouldn't listen. Instead he forced one knee, one hand, forward, crawling away from the snarling and snapping of razor sharp teeth. He lurched forward, unable to take the presure on his mangle arm, dragging himself as best as he could. His hand hit something hard and steely and he realized it was the knife his assailants had left be hind. He grasped it between his fingers and looked back as the alpha began to transform. Brink would have been beautiful even then if not for the hell-bent fire in his eyes.

"for our little one"

Cameron gritted his teeth and tried to pull himself to standing. The shift sent another surge of pain down his back but he continued. He had to get away. He had to save the child even if it was from its own father. He shuffled forward using the wall of the building for support, knife still in hand. Maybe, just maybe, Brink would keep control long enough for him to find safety.
"Pl...please Brink...this isn't you..."