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“Good, now help me up,” I growled.
“Excuse me?”
“Sit me up and put a fucking gun in my hand so I can start shooting, Doc. You’re needed elsewhere.”
As the Soul Reaper medic obeyed my command—much to my surprise—Crusher loomed from out of the melee. He wasn’t looking at us, though. His dead eyes had found a much more interesting toy to play with. Winter whimpered, backing slowly away along the booth seat as he leered down at her. My friend hid her face in her knees and her whole body shook with terror.
“What have we here? It’s the little dove who thought she could fly even after Chains clipped her wings. Time to come back down to earth, bitch. Broken birds don’t belong in the sky.”
He drew something out of a holster on his hip. The knife glinted in the dull light.
“Gun, Doc,” I growled, more urgently this time.
A huge crash from the window over Winter’s head splintered through the room as a feral, battle-stained wolf flew through the air, heading straight for Crusher’s throat.
“Carbon,” Doc muttered as he pressed a gun into my hand.
Crusher didn’t bat an eyelid. He sneered up at Carbon’s beastly form. The knife moved too fast, up in a flash to slide between Carbon’s ribs with a slick thrust.
“No!” Winter and I screamed in unison.
With a whimper, Carbon slid to the floor at Crusher’s feet. The man stomped on his ribs, the knife still festering in Carbon’s body as the VP kicked him away.
“Bastard.” With a growl, Strawberry rushed in to yank the blade free.
“Oh no you don’t, bitch,” he rumbled. “When I leave a knife in a fucker it stays there.”
Two swift steps and Crusher drop-kicked her away from the fallen wolf. She had just enough time to waggle the knife still in her hand as she sailed through the air before her head cracked on the table of a nearby booth. With an awkward groan, she slumped to the ground. Neck broken.
“No!” Doc screamed, rushing to her side and cradling the girl in his lap.
I raised the gun in my trembling hand, vision swimming in and out, trying to get off a good shot but the fucker was already moving. Crusher loomed over Winter as she whimpered and shrank even further in on herself.
“You got my alpha killed, you bitch. So I killed your mate and his skanky pussy as payback. Tell me, little dove, who’s gonna save you now?”
I forced the gun up, in line with his head, finger on the trigger—just praying to the Blood Moon Goddess that I didn’t miss—as Crusher reached over the table. His big sweaty mit was about to fist in her hair when Winter’s body suddenly relaxed.
My friend looked the VP dead in the eye and said only one word.
“Me.”
Then Winter struck—faster than I’d seen any human move—and knifed that son of a bitch straight in the eye. The eyeball exploded. Crusher roared as he staggered away, steam and blood streaming from his empty socket as he fumbled the bloody handle.
Before he could yank that deadly blade free, my people were there. From every side, they piled on top of the Vice President of the Bone Crushers, laying blow after blow until he ceased moving. Nothing but a bloody pulp at their feet.
46
COLD PURPOSE
Grimm
The Soul Reapers’ courtyard was a fucking bloodbath. Blood, guts and brains were splattered on every surface. Dark and ominous, it glimmered balefully in the crimson light. This was my punishment from the Goddess. The final day in the return of the Chaos and my home turf was coated in her wrath.
My body was rigid with grief as wolf after wolf fell around me. There was no time to enjoy the fact that just as many of our enemies had been left strewn on the ground. Venom didn’t intend to come out of this alive, I knew that now. The look in his eye had said it all as he opened fire on my mate. He simply wanted to inflict as much damage on the way down as he could get away with.
I wasn’t even bonded to Sasha and yet I’d felt her agony as if it were my own as that bullet ripped through her middle. On autopilot, I drew my weapon from its holster and released the safety. Firing into the melee.
Mongrel had gone completely feral as the impact doubled her over. He’d taken to his bloody task with the single-minded focus of an animal protecting its own. I couldn’t blame my oldest friend. Our mate had been gunned down in cold blood right in front of us.
