Page 13 of Bad Blood Alpha

He heard most of the hellhound’s ribs crack. If it wasn’t dead, it was sure as hell out of commission.

Flynn rolled off the creature and onto his knees, panting. Unbelievably, the thing was still breathing. Flynn could see the bones moving in its chest, knitting back together.

Damn. If the other one was this tough, Kira was going to need help.

Suddenly, the hellhound’s eyes popped open.

Jesus fuck.

Flynn reached off to the side, grabbed a chunk of the fire escape railing, and smashed it across the side of the hellhound’s head. He heard the skull crack.

It was out.

But clearly, not for long. These things were damn near indestructible.

Upstairs, he could hear the battle still raging. How long could Kira hold out?

But he couldn’t leave this creature here—to come after them, or for the cops to find. Flynn quickly activated his bracelets. He hated using them like this—every time he did, they were like a beacon for anyone who was looking. But shifters had to stay hidden from humans, and so did their dead enemies.

Flynn extended his arm and whipped his hand down in a straight line from the top of his head to his knees. Blue fire emanated from the bracelet and dripped off his fingertips, making a glowing line in the air.

The fiery line split with a sound like cloth tearing, opening a portal in mid-air.

Beyond it was another place—a grassy plain spreading to the horizon, with a gray featureless sky overhead. Flynn heaved his unconscious opponent through the rift in space, grunting at the effort, especially the stress it put on his mangled shoulder.

He left the hellhound lying there on the grass, and sealed the rift up again. The creature wouldn’t be coming back from there any time soon.

Maybe never, which Flynn was not going to cry about.

Suddenly, he realized that the sounds of battle above him had stopped.

Kira.

Flynn leaped up onto the first level of the fire escape and took the stairs at a run, hearing them creak and groan, hoping the whole fucking thing wasn’t going to rip away from the side of the building and send him crashing down to the pavement for the second time that night.

He threw himself through the broken window and rolled, out of the line of fire. He came to his feet, only to see an empty room, spattered with blood and broken glass.

She was gone.