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So I kept it real by lifting my free hand—the one not limply wrapped around a weapon—and sent her the bird. A ghost of a smile passed across her lips before she turned away.
In silence, my people gathered to help lift the Soul Reapers’ Enforcer and provide protection.
Benji trotted at the front in his wolf form, carefully scenting the air before he turned the corner.
The team carrying the unconscious Carbon followed directly after, holding a wadded bit of gaze to his still bleeding wound. The shift had helped some; however, it was clear from the tense but determined way Winter carried herself, monitoring his condition, that time was of the essence.
Viola stuck close to Winter’s back while Addy brought up the rear.
Addy had only recently shifted back to her human form. Wearing nothing but a t-shirt three sizes too big, she followed with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. There was a mean glint in her eye. The fierce little beast inside was still riding her skinny frame. Danger oozed from every pore and her gait was graceful as she prepared to dispatch any threat.
I nodded in relief, knowing that my people would be safe together, and closed my eyes. Winter was right, of course. I should get my ass to the infirmary. The bandages were slowly soaking through but I needed to collect my wits—and lady balls—before the final push. I wasn’t really looking forward to surgery or whatever the Doc had in mind for me in that infirmary.
I’d barely let out a huff of breath before a rough hand grabbed me by the back of my head and slammed my face quickly back down to the table. Pain splintered my head.
“Sleeping on the job, little alpha?” a familiar voice snarled.
My blood turned to ice. The hand fisted in my hair twisted, dragging at my roots.
“Get off me!”
I reached to claw with both hands at my assailant but he yanked my head back sharply so that I was staring up at Venom’s ugly face. Unable to see, I reached blindly for the gun I’d foolishly left on the table.
“Looking for this?” the biker sneered, waggling Doc’s piece in front of my nose.
The new Prez of the Bone Crushers had a crazy glint in his eye.
“I’m a little surprised to find you conscious at all. But you know what? I’m glad you held on for me. I can’t wait to hear your mates howl in pain as I snuff the life from your eyes.” Blood and spit foamed at the corners of his mouth as he snarled. “I’d heard you had three but my intel was faulty. Grimm barely twitched when I filled you with lead. Pity. I was looking forward to seeing that feral beast of his break.”
Doc was cautiously getting to his feet behind Venom so I spat in the Bone Crushers’ face. With a grunt, the medic tried to tackle the Prez away as he raised the weapon. The bastard used the butt of his gun to knock Doc to the ground instead.
My stomach rolled as the biker winked at me and calmly wiped the spit from his face as Doc clawed his way back up to half-standing. Venom hit him again, harder this time, and my friend slumped back down to the floor with a moan.
“Leave him alone!” I screamed.
“It’s always the bleeding heart trip with you, isn’t it, Sasha?” Venom gripped me round the throat and dragged me from the booth, holding me up in the air. “Why don’t you worry about your own skin for a change?”
I kicked and back-peddled for purchase but there was nothing to push off from. Only an empty void opening up beneath my feet and a desperate rage beating down on me through the mating bond. My mates were coming for me and the dark storm they dragged along behind them promised death. Providing I could hold on.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I gasped for air.
Black dots began creeping in on my vision as I scratched at Venom’s unyielding grip.
“That’s right, little alpha, dance for me!” he chuckled, shaking me like a rag doll.
A mighty roar ripped through the room.
My eyes sprung open and the world was filled with a giant, majestic wolf as he flew in a lethal arc toward us. Mongrel was here and his beast was livid.
Cool as you please, Venom dropped me to the floor. I fell like a sack of potatoes as the Prez stepped to the side and throat punched Mongrel mid-air. The force of his blow was hard enough to send the huge wolf into a tailspin. Heading straight for the wall, the impact sent a shower of plaster in Mongrel’s wake as my mate slid to the ground, out cold.
“No,” I whimpered as Venom chuckled and took a step toward Mongrel.
I had to keep Venom away from my beta’s limp body. But how?
There. A promising glint on the ground winked at me.
Ignoring the way the wound in my gut seeped, I crawled over to Winter’s silver knife.
