Briar started building her home on her property, but it’ll be a couple of years until it’s ready. There’s more than enough room for us all at her current house, and I’m glad to no longer live in the apartment. The longer we were there, the more unsafe it felt.
Atlas did agree to a pig pen on the property while our forever home is being built, and now we have cute little murderous pigs to eat the bodies of our victims. I can’t fucking wait to see what kind of damage they do on these spineless dickweeds.
I grab my go bag with everything I’ll need, and my heart begins to pound with excitement. It’s finally happening!
“You’re bouncing,” Atlas chuckles, his arms wrapping around me as he hugs me. “We need this. I’m excited too, but we need to be careful, okay?”
“I have masks, a new drill I need to christen with blood, hammers, and a chainsaw,” I report. “And I promise not to take any unnecessary risks.”
“You have all of these power tools and they’re rarely used to build anything,” Jude laughs. “No running with a chainsaw, Willow.”
“Ugh. You’re all so bossy since the pregnancy tests came back positive,” I complain. I can’t hide my smile, and Jude smirks, knowing I’m loving every second of this.
This is the fucking dream, I just didn’t know it until it all started falling into place.
“Ready!” Briar sings, coming out of the room. We’re both rocking little bumps that are easily covered by flowy tops. Her cargo pants allow for a little more room before she’ll need to move to maternity pants, but we’re both excited for every step of motherhood.
Walking out of the house, we load up our gear and Briar pulls out ahead of us to head out of town. When she comes to a stop on the highway about a mile from Widows Peak, Atlas continues down a side road. He carefully turns so he can park behind the trees that surround the right side of the road, and we wait while Briar steps out of the car, appearing upset.
It’s an act, but a really good one. If I saw her combing her hair anxiously with that look on her face, I would absolutely pull over. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for someone to do just that.
We have the police sketches that have been posted around town by survivors of the attacks from these men, and I frown as a blue eyed, brown haired, gorgeous man gets out of the car. It is an exact match to one of the posters, and he asks if Briar isalright. The car is turned off to make it appear as if she’s having car trouble, and they took the bait hook, line, and sinker.
“The stupid thing won’t start, and there’s no signal here,” she explains. We have our windows open to hear her, and she raises her voice to be heard over the wind whipping over the road.
“Oh, that sucks… It sounds like a bad day for a pretty girl is about to get worse…”
The asshole shoves her against the car, and Briar pulls the stun gun she’s carrying in her back pocket and shoves it in his neck.
“I think it’s going to be worse for you, fucker!” she screams in his face.
“Shit.” Atlas lifts his shotgun out the window and shoots it into the air at an angle, watching as the guys in the truck pull up to Briar and drag him inside.
“Crazy bitch!” one of them yells, and then they’re driving away and down the side road we were on.
Briar closes up her car and runs for our vehicle, her bag already with us.
“Here we go,” Atlas murmurs, pulling on his mask. We follow his lead, and then we’re following behind their vehicle.
Our truck is faster than the nimrods hurting people because they think they can get away with it, and they crash into a tree about ten minutes down the road. Grabbing our shit, we jump out and scream like crazy people.
“Fuck. Fuck! This is likeThe Hills Have Eyesshit!” the blonde screams as he bails out of the truck. The front end is completely squished, and it’s definitely going to scar the tree.
My lips quiver as I begin to feel sad for the tree, and how it’s a living thing.
“You killed a tree!” I wail, adding to the drama of the moment. The other two men jump out of the car, and they begin to run away from us. “Prepare to die, assholes!”
“Poor tree,” Briar sniffs, her sneakers moving fast as she runs after our prey.
The nod to the horror movie may be completely wrong and from another part of the country, but we’re no less deadly. It’s a good thing there’s no one around, because we’re all making a lot of noise as we run.
“Time to try out those axe throwing skills,” Atlas grunts. Jude groans with need, and I know it’s gonna be an awesome fucking day.
There’s going to be so much sex after this. I can’t fucking wait.
Pulling an axe out as one of the guys trips, Atlas lets it fly, grinning as it hits him in the head. There’s a faint grunt of pain and then he falls dead on the dirt road.
“And the first shall fall!” Jude yells, getting the attention of the fallen alpha’s friends.
