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“I assure you, my dick is spoken for.”
“So you said,” Viola drawled in a dark tone that told me to keep it that way.
“Sure would be easier with the keys,” I grumbled.
The locks weren’t exactly industrial grade or anything. They were designed to keep the occupants in and to prevent any pesky thieves from making a quick grab and dash without paying. Although the bolt cutters were in reasonable condition and despite my shifter strength, the locks were still putting up a decent fight. It was frustrating as fuck. I really wanted our charges out of here.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Viola scoffed. “Pity Crusher didn’t leave them with us, hey.”
Crunch. I held up a fist for her to bump as she stepped forward to take over. I held it there and lifted an eyebrow. She scowled at me but I was willing to wait her out. Finally, she huffed and bumped her fist briefly with mine.
I quickly moved on to the next cage, trusting her to get on with it.
“Come on, come on.”
I was starting to sweat. This was taking too long. I didn’t like how exposed we were.
Mace had fought off the rest of the stragglers and was keeping a respectful distance, stationed out in the open between us and the clubhouse. Nevertheless, pretty much any fool could chance upon us now and we’d be sitting ducks, because I wasn’t leaving a single fucking soul behind. I knew my brother felt the same.
Sadly, it was only a matter of time before the Bone Crushers came to their senses and checked on the merchandise.
As if my thoughts had tempted Fate, the back exit of the clubhouse crashed open. I forced out a shaky breath as Mace trained his piece on the brawling men and waited for the dust to settle. I didn’t have a weapon on me, other than my claws and teeth—they were all back with my cut—so I focused on getting this lock open.
Crunch. Yes, finally.
I risked a look over my shoulders as I heard Mace lower his gun with a sigh. Our Vice President, Bulletproof, and his mates were strolling in our direction—looking like death warmed up, all splattered in gore and full of swagger they’d no doubt earned—but they were alive and for that I was grateful. They kept their gazes respectfully from the survivors who only huddled closer together in misery.
“I wondered where you’d got to, Silver. I see that snout of yours is on point. Sniffing out trouble, as usual. Ready to set this tinderbox on fire?”
“Bulletproof, my man,” I sighed and tossed the bolt cutters to the ground with a dramatic swipe of invisible sweat from my brow. “You read my mind.”
He nodded, offering the humans a quick tight-lipped smile. “Let’s get these good folks out of here, then. I believe we have some supplies to make them more comfortable in the van.”
CHAOS IS FUCKING WITH MY REP
Grimm
Goosebumps erupted on my flesh as the atmosphere became super-charged with magic, drawing our animals straight to the surface. As the Blood Moon Goddess took her place in the sky, she called on me. Demanding that the blood-thirsty champion within rise to stand by her side and seek vengeance on those who had made a mockery of her gifts.
My wolf answered willingly, clamoring to join her just cause.
Without a thought, I ripped the head off one of the closest enemies standing between me and the bar. Blood sprayed like a grotesque fountain from his body as it slumped to the ground at my feet. I turned with a roar and threw the severed head at another who was already scaling the bar, drool dripping from his half-changed maw as his shifted claws failed to find purchase on the slick surface of the countertop. That mangey fucker went down like a sack of potatoes.
All around me, carnage broke out as the Blood Moon Goddess called her wolves to war.
My brothers surged into the fray, felling our enemies with brutal efficiency. Though the magic was beating down on every single one of us, my men had been trained to use their instincts to achieve their objective. We had a common purpose.
Not so for most of the wolves around us.
The Bone Crushers and their guests had been transformed by the manic magic into a single raging organism.
The shifters were rudderless, reduced to pieces of flotsam battered by the waves of violence unleashed on the world. Whether they’d automatically shifted once the Chaos was unleashed or they’d managed to retain their human form, their inner beasts had broken free and were now running rampant.
Venom wasn’t bothering to take the reins. He already had his hands full from across the room as he took down friend or foe with his shotgun if they charged the stage.
Carbon fought his way to my side, a manic grin on his face as he tore the arms off an unfortunate Bone Crusher stupid enough to get in his way. A deranged beast—eyes wild with insanity—clawed its way to my feet, trying to tear through my jeans to chew on my calf. I kicked it off and put it out of its misery with a swift stroke from my favorite knife.
The floor of the clubhouse had become slick with red, a vivid portrayal of our feral natures.
