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He gives one nod. “A small group is just to my right. They’ll be here soon enough. We need to get the fuck out of here.”
Then we charge into battle. It’s what we’ve always known, and this is no different than the hundreds of times before. Except his mention of even more of the undead nearby worries me. They’ll come toward the sounds—they’llrushtoward us.
I kick the back of the legs of one creature. It falls, and I hurl myself onto the second one, locking an arm around its neck as I stab him in the eye. Pulling the weapon out, I turn and jump at the one on its knees, shoving my blade into the back of its neck in an upward motion.
Someone slams into my back. I’m tossed forward, my pulse spiking.
“Ggffff.”
The sound is in my ear, frozen hands yanking at my head.
Panic smothers me. I swing back an elbow and buck at the same time. The weight rolls off, and I scramble up, but another crashes into me, and I’m stumbling about as if I’m drunk, trying to twist around.
The deep moan is right in my ear, fingers digging into my flesh.
My wolf flushes against my chest, but I hold him back. To change now would make me an easy target, as I’d be defenseless during the transformation. I kick my leg back, heel connecting with brittle bone as I hear the clear snap.
I shove the undead off me and whip around to see Lucien leaping at one of his undead, stabbing it over and over in the face with fury.
Two more of them come at me.
I dart around a tree and grab a handful of one of the undead’s hair, except it comes free in my hand with some of the skin.
Disgusting creatures.
As it turns toward me, eyes sunken, skin pulled taut over its cheekbones, I slam its decayed head into the tree trunk. Three times for good measure.
It makes gurgling sounds before it drops to its knees, then I spin around and lash out with my knife. The blade cuts through the throat of the last monster. But not all the way.
“You fucking piece of shit.” I kick it in the gut and it falls, and I’m there to finish the job in seconds.
I roar and straighten myself to find Lucien wiping his weapons on the grass. “I bloody hate these things,” he snarls as he tucks his knives back into the sheaths on his belt. Bodies litter the woodlands around us.
Unintelligible voices come from the woods on the other side of Lucien, and my stomach drops. The small group Lucien mentioned is on the move.
Hastily, I wipe my blade clean and tuck it away.
He slides in alongside me, and we run in the opposite direction.
No words at first, not until we get far enough to not be heard.
We sprint through the woods, but the sounds coming up behind us seem to grow louder.
I look over my shoulder as a swarm of undead rises behind us where we’ve left the bodies. There have to be at least a hundred of the bastards.
“Hell! Lucien, you said asmallgroup.”
He snorts a nervous laugh. “Didn’t want to scare you.”
I cut him a glare but then smirk, because he’s always played down any danger. That’s how he deals with shit. Tells himself and others it’s not so bad, then he doesn’t panic when he faces a wall of damn undead.
I’m the opposite and need everything laid out before me.
He draws in a shaky breath as he looks behind us.
We don’t stop, knowing that if we get far enough, they won’t be able to trace our smell to follow.
I swallow thickly, praying they don’t track us.
