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“Tell me what’s going on,” Church snapped, all humor erased from his voice.
Austin hung up and his foot became a cinderblock on the gas pedal. He dialed Prince, but it went to voicemail.
When they arrived at the turnoff, he slammed on the brakes and took off on foot. If someone was there, he didn’t want to tip him off. Every muscle burned as adrenaline rocketed him up the road until the house came into view.
So did another scene.
A gun.
A wolf.
Blood.
A scream.
His heart almost stopped.
* * *
Maizy remainedmotionless in front of McNeal, sucking her thumb with a vacant stare in her eyes. I kept my focus on the Mage, ignoring my father’s shouts. They got into a heated argument and my arm was on fire from the gunshot, but the only thing that existed in my world was my little sister.
I knelt down and noticed her eyes were fixed on the blood trickling down my arm. “Come on, sweetie. It’s okay. You’re not in trouble. Come over here and let me give you a big squeeze, ’kay?”
“Maybe if I put a little shock into her, that’ll wake her up.” McNeal laughed, holding out his hands.
I had no idea what a Mage could do, but Austin had told me enough that it had me on my feet in less than a second. Before I could lunge, my father looped his belt around my neck and ran the strap through the buckle, yanking me back as if I were on a leash. The cold barrel of a gun pressed against my right temple.
That’s when I saw the big picture. A large black-and-grey wolf bared its teeth at McNeal, stalking forward from the right. I could tell it was Prince from his unique multicolored eyes.
Austin and Denver looked like soldiers charging into battle as they sprinted up the driveway.
The Mage twisted around, and seeing the imminent danger coming at him from all sides, he reached for Maizy.
Prince’s wolf lunged, driving his sharp teeth into McNeal’s arm and thrashing about in violent motions. The Mage put his right hand on the wolf’s head and he yelped, but didn’t let go.
Maizy started to wail.
In a split second, Denver shifted mid-run. Clothes fell to the ground and in a blur of movement, his grey-and-white wolf charged toward Maizy.
I screamed, not able to comprehend seeing my little sister torn to pieces in front of me.
My father could barely maintain a grip as I struggled against him, reaching for my Maizy.
Oh God.Please, no.
My legs gave way, my father called me an ugly name, and that’s when I witnessed the unimaginable.
Denver’s wolf wrapped his body around Maizy, protecting her from the attack that ensued before her eyes between the Mage and Packmaster’s wolf.
Austin approached at a steady pace and his blue eyes were electric.
“Get back or I’ll shoot her,” my dad warned. “All of you freaks get back.”
At the edge of the woods, a pack of wolves stood like soldiers awaiting orders. They watched their Packmaster with the sapphire and brown eyes as he savagely attacked McNeal.
Dizzy and panting, I looked at Maizy and saw Denver’s wolf taking slow steps, pushing her farther away from the violence. He faced the action and bared his teeth, but his sole purpose was to guard Maizy. I’d never seen anything like it. Austin had warned me Denver’s wolf had a vicious and unpredictable nature, one that couldn’t be trusted.
Except with a six-year-old little girl who adored him.
