Page 95 of Outnumbered

Jerking my head up, I scanned the surrounding area and gasped as I saw the dozens of people approaching. “It’s a trap!” I screamed.

Caleb’s eyes darted towards me for a second before he looked around the area, finding the enemies approaching. “Move closer!” he ordered me.

“Come on,” I ordered the woman and scooped her up into my arms. “We need to get closer to my pack.”

“Pack?” she asked. “There’s a hybrid pack?”

I nodded. “We’ll talk after we get out of this.”

Riddick grabbed me and jerked me forward, a clawed hand slashing down just behind me, nearly cutting through my shoulder. He snarled, punched the attempted attacker, and pushed me so I was in the center between Triston, Branson, and him.

People flooded into the park, too many for me to count.

The guys kept fighting, taking down opponents, but more replaced the ones they defeated.

“There’s a ton of enemies,” I gasped. “They are surrounding us.” Was this the trap they’d been talking about the night I had spied on them? Was this the night they were going to try to kill us all?

“We know,” Riddick growled.

“What are we going to do?” I asked. “There are too many.”

Someone grabbed Riddick, yanked him away from us, and dragged him into the mob, separating us.

“Riddick!” I screamed.

Caleb roared and released a torrent of fire that burned four people in front of him, but several mages used shields to stop the fire from hurting others.

A strong hand gripped my hair and jerked me backwards, making me scream out and drop the weasel shifter woman. She was thankfully okay, but an electric shock through me made it hard to react in any way against my attacker.

Fists punched my side and try as I might, I couldn’t get their hands off of me. There were just too many. I tried kicking with my powerful legs, but only managed to take out one or two people. Leaping up into the air, I was immediately pulled back down and claws slashed across my chest, opening large, gaping wounds. I screamed and stumbled to a knee, using roots from the ground to grab the person and force them to their knees. “Bastards,” I growled.

“Ember!” Branson bellowed and tried to use his bear claws to tear through the people, but with mages, dragons, werewolves, and elves between us, it was near impossible.

Using my telekinesis, I started throwing people away from me, created dirt walls and shoved others away from me, and started pelting people with stones.

There were just too many, and I couldn’t protect all sides of myself. For every person I’d send away from me, another would hit me from behind with a spell or their claws.

Within a matter of minutes, our pack was completely separated from each other.

Outnumbered, we were severely outnumbered. With so many people attacking, it made it hard to do anything except defend yourself.

After shifting into my small rabbit form, I darted through the legs of those around me, trying to get to my pack, to help them fight off their attackers and reunite us, so we could protect each other’s backs and fight our way out.

Someone grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and I immediately shifted into warrior form, kicking them in the stomach and sending them flying away from me.

Three people surrounded me, walking in a slow circle with claws extended as they debated their best plan of attack. The brief reprieve gave me enough time to look for my men.

Branson was on the ground, two werewolves cutting into him with their claws. Riddick was surrounded by several mages, their spells forcing him to his hands and knees. Triston tried to shift and fly into the air, but was grabbed by another dragon and slammed into the ground. Caleb had five men on him, holding him down as the large bearded man with the scar raised a large, glowing sword over his head, preparing to decapitate him.

No. No! I would not watch the men I loved get slaughtered.

This was it. This was the time.

If I didn’t act now, they were going to die. I couldn’t let that happen. There was no telling if anyone was coming to our aid. It could be hours until backup showed up, if they did at all. This was up to us. We had to get away. I had to get them all to safety.

“Time for you to die,” the mage my adoptive dad had ordered to kill me said, walking forward with a sword in his hand.

Drawing in a deep breath, I gathered all of my remaining magic, and looked at each of my men. Each was bleeding, eyes wide in panic, trying to protect themselves. I opened a portal beneath each of them. The weasel shifter screamed as she got kicked again, and I knew Caleb would be furious, but instead of creating a portal for myself, I opened a portal beneath the weasel shifter instead. All five portals were ready to open at Leona’s house, in their backyard.

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