Shocked.
Not understanding how I can see until I realize my wolf is looking through my eyes.
I haven’t shifted but she’s entirely taken over my human form, protecting us both while my mind catches up with what’s happening.
I try to meet her halfway, to share control when all hell breaks loose in the room.
The assailants have silver.
Alpha Duncan is dead.
Alpha Ebony is shot next, her scream sending a shockwave down my spine.
Run. Run. Run.
My wolf is already moving, using our speed and small size to escape the room as Alpha Edwin tackles the intruder into the hallway wall. The gun goes flying.
But I don’t stop.
I’m sprinting.
I know the way into the den.
It’s safe there.
Safer than here.
I reach the end of the hall and take a left, barreling straight into a hard chest.
The familiar scent of home hits me square in the gut, my gaze darting upward to meet a pair of familiar hazel eyes.
Now I know why I couldn’t find my father on those surveillance tapes.
Because he’s here.
On Carnage Island.
And he has a silver knife pressed up against my throat.
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Tieran gestures for me to lead, aware that this is my sort of playground.
I take point, using my nose to lead the way. We’ve already doused our scent in mud, using defacing leaves and other woodsy items to make us smell more like the forest around us and less like Carnage Wolves.
But a strong shifter will be able to scent us coming.
Which is why we keep a good distance between us with me leading about twenty-five yards ahead.
It’ll make it seem like I’m a one off at first, potentially encouraging any enforcer-types in the area to attack.
I have two guns loaded with silver bullets and over a dozen knives tucked into various places in my jeans.
One ballsy shifter won’t be an issue.
Fuck, I could probably easily take down a dozen enforcer-types in my current mood.
