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A string of foul words shot through his head.
This crew had been working together awhile. They had a strategy and liked making war. They liked hurting women as well. His rage kicked up a notch sending another cozy flood of adrenaline through his veins.
The wolf on Grant’s left shifted his gaze for a split-second. “What the fuck?”
A gunshot stunned the airwaves. The wolf went down with a hole in the middle of his chest, dead as soon as he hit the ground.
Grant had served as a Border Patrol officer for almost the entire six years he’d been in Five Bridges. He didn’t bother to look at who’d come to support him. All he knew was he had reinforcements and his battling instincts kicked in.
He levitated, added a thrust of power and aimed for the wolf in the center. He hit his chest square and the pair of them flew back about ten feet. The wolf landed on broken up concrete. Hard.
Grant heard the crack, levitated off the dying wolf and turned to face the last assailant. He half expected his support personnel would fire off another shot, but realized he was caught in-between.
No problem. He’d take the third one out himself. Hell, he wanted to. He’d needed a battle after Kryder’s beating.
Emerald flames pulsed on the wolf’s face as well as blue, and he came at Grant screaming, but no weapon in hand. When he got close, Grant reached across the man’s chest, grabbed his opposite arm at the elbow, levitated and jerked the wolf through the air. The man landed not far from the broken-up cement but was on his feet in a flash. The flame drugs always added a meth-like quality of increased wolf strength.
But Grant hadn’t served on the Border Patrol or answered every dominance fight without a ‘hell, yeah’. He worked out and kept his muscles tight and toned. He sparred with hand-to-hand as well as swords. Plus, this wolf was drugged-up and out-of-control. His kind relied on numbers, which he’d just lost.
When the wolf rushed him again, Grant levitated, flipped through the air and came down behind him. He used both arms to encase the wolf’s neck then twisted with a firm, familiar grip.
The resulting crack sent the wolf crumpling to the ground.
“Need help over here.” An unfamiliar woman’s voice called to him.
Grant remembered the gunshot, but he’d thought Ryan or one of his other fellow officers had come to the rescue.
As he turned, he saw that his back-up warrior was fae, the last thing he’d expected. She was bent over the mauled woman.
He rushed to help. Blood still oozed from dozens of deep bites and tears. His rescuer stripped off her leggings, wadded them up, then used them to pack what was no doubt the worst of the wounds on the victim’s abdomen.
Grant knew what he had to do. He scooped her up and flew her straight into the air. The other woman, her gun in hand, tracked beside him. Her voice was suddenly in his head. Do you know Kiara’s refuge in Revel?
Yep. That’s where we’re headed. He had the fae pressed tight against his chest to hold the packing in place. He could feel the warmth of her blood oozing everywhere, especially on his chest. How was she still alive?
His battle-mate spoke again, I’m contacting one of the nurses now. They’ll be ready for us.
Grant flew damn fast and was surprised the woman could keep up. What’s your name?
Natalie McKinnon. Yours?
Grant. Officer Davis Grant of the Savage Border Patrol.
I’ve heard good things about you.
He crossed one more rise of houses and a strip center appeared. Waiting in the parking lot was the refuge medical team with a gurney. He dropped down fast. Two of the members moved quickly out of the way to give him room. He wasn’t a small man.
He laid the woman on the gurney but kept his hand pressed to the packing against the abdominal wound.
Natalie explained things quickly. Hands moved in to replace his. He felt a grip on his arm. Natalie spoke close to his ear. “They’ve got her. You can let her go now. You did good.”
With difficulty, he released the woman.
He rose upright as the team hurtled the gurney into the refuge and down the long hall. His feet followed as though having a mind of their own. Natalie held his arm and stayed with him. She was holding onto him tight, which surprised him. She probably wasn’t used to battle.
A nurse hurried up to them and took his other arm which also surprised him.
