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The limo skidded, the back end sliding to the side as he threw it to a stop. The door opened and the soldiers assigned to her were pulling her out.
“You.” She was in one of their faces, she had no idea which. “Take me straight to Medical.”
“Coya, we need you in secure quarters . . .” the soldier began.
“Do you want to piss me off, soldier?” Anya snapped, aware of the other limo jerking to a stop and the medical personnel racing to Sharone. “I said Medical and I mean now. The only way you’re going to get me to my supposed quarters is if you carry me there. What would your alpha think of that one?”
She didn’t give him time to respond.
“Samuel, Mordecai,” she yelled at two of the Coyote enforcers. “Get your butts in the air with Ivan and team two.” They were two of Del-Rey’s best men.
They looked to each other, then her.
“Is your alpha here?” she yelled back at them.
“No, Coya.” Samuel shook his dark head quickly.
“Then you obey your coya. Now go!” she snarled. “Now!”
They surprised her. They turned and ran, barely catching up with Ivan as he straightened the limo to head to the top of the mountain and the waiting heli-jet.
She could hear the hum in the air and, over it, the explosions across the mountain. Lifting the hem of her gown, she moved into the caverns, following the medical team that was bearing a still-cursing Sharone through the stone hallways to the lower-level medical rooms.
At least one attack had been made on this mountain while Anya had been here. A stealth jet had managed to penetrate the Breeds’ air defenses and had slammed “cave busters,” mountain-penetrating missiles, into both the Coyote Breed base as well as the mountain that overlooked Haven.
Anya had led then. It had been her first command situation.
There had been damage, but not a single Breed had been scratched. There had been more damage to the Haven buildings and homes, but the rumored base in the mountain that sheltered the valley hadn’t been hurt. Twenty-four hours later Del-Rey had returned and taken over.
“Coya, Sharone’s threatening to leave Base and head to the mountain.” Emma rushed to her side as Ashley flanked her. “She’s cussing up a storm, and it was all we could do to keep her in the limo.”
“Tell the doctors to shoot her full of a sedative if she can’t keep her butt on the gurney and out of trouble,” Anya ordered her. “Ashley, get to Command. Have one of the soldiers get me a headset. I want to know everything that’s going on as it happens.”
Ashley rushed away as one of the male Breeds took her place.
“You!” She pointed to another soldier, watching his eyes widen almost in panic. “Find me some information and find it now. And make damned sure your alpha is still breathing.”
The soldier hurried off as Anya entered the medical caverns and stood back, watching as Sharone cussed out the Coyote Breed medical staff.
If she was cussing, she was just pissed. Sharone could get eerily silent if she was really hurt. Almost deadened.
“Emma, get one of our enforcers down to Haven. I want information on that bartender they brought back and I want to know what he’s saying. Get another to Dr. Armani’s office and see what’s coming out of there, then contact our enforcer in the Wolf Breed security detail and see what he has. I want everything tapped into me, via the link Ashley better have to me within the next second.”
“Yes, Coya.” Emma stepped to the side as Anya wrapped her arms around herself, slowly rubbing at the chill invading her body.
“Coya, I found a blanket.”
A soldier stepped forward, unfolding a thick gray blanket and helping her pull it over her shoulders.
“My wrap and purse are still at the ballroom,” she told him. “My knives are in that purse. When it’s safer, I want a team flown into town and all our belongings collected. Get a list together. If we don’t get everything back, then we’re going to break a few rules and start breaking into houses. Whoever was behind this won’t be expecting us to come back to collect anything.”
The soldier grinned. “I like how you think, Coya. I’ll get the information and get everything ready.”
“Prepare a plan,” she told him. “When your alpha returns, we’ll submit your ideas to him in the eventuality that anything is missing. Because I’m betting you, someone is collecting it and splitting the goods now.”
The women invited had all left their purses and wraps with the doorman. Some were exquisite creations donated by some of the world’s premier clothing makers on the off chance that the Breed females or mates would show off their creations and give them the cachet of knowing their designs were worn by the women chosen by the notorious Breeds.
“Coya, I’m a lower-ranked soldier,” he finally said. “I’m not an enforcer. I should take this to an enforcer to prepare.”
