Page 39 of Wolf Sacrificed

He held up his hands. “Look, I don’t want any trouble.”

His voice trembled.

I snarled, my eyes flickering into my wolf’s for a second before I got them under control. “Stay there, asshole, or you’ll end up like your friend.”

He didn’t budge.

I turned toward Brandon. He and the guy from the passenger side were rolling around on the grass.

My lip curled as I stared at the guy in the back seat again. “You better not move!”

I sounded ferocious, startling even me with the intensity of it. The guy’s eyes widened, and he visibly shook. Good.

I ran to the other side of the car where Brandon and the enforcer were wrestling. It took a moment for the opportunity to arrive where I could jump in. I lunged, kicking with my good leg and catching him right in the jaw.

His head snapped back and twisted at an awkward angle. He made a noise that sounded like a gurgle and then fell to the ground, unmoving.

Brandon blinked up at me. I offered him my hand and pulled him to his feet. His mouth dropped open, and he shook his head as he looked at the guy on the ground and then back at me.

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Come on. We have to go help the others.”

I peered into the back seat again. The wolf still sat back there, his face white as a ghost. My lip curled as I walked past him, my eyes flickering to my wolf and then back again. He flinched but made no effort to get out of the car.

Maybe I was scarier than I thought.

Sirens wailed in the distance, getting louder by the second. It sounded like they’d sent the whole station. Who could blame them? We had to get out of here.

Brandon and I raced back to the others. Alpha Dane’s men pulled back and climbed into their cars. Then they peeled off.

I caught up to Lincoln, Ian, and Chance, who squatted next to one of our guys. His name was TJ. I knew that much, but I knew nothing about him other than that he’d volunteered to come with us.

And he’d paid the ultimate price.

I covered my mouth. “We need to get him back in the car and bring him home.”

Lincoln looked at me, his eyes widening, and he shot to his feet. He grasped both my elbows. “Luna, Sloane. Are you okay?”

The sirens grew louder. We couldn’t get caught here. We might’ve told the sheriff about us, but he wouldn’t be able to help us all the way out here. We were way out of his jurisdiction, and if the police caught up to us, they’d have questions, especially since there was a dead guy in the middle of the road.

We couldn’t let anyone get their hands on TJ, since our blood and DNA were different from humans’.

I looked back at our mangled car, and I didn’t think it was going anywhere. Chance’s car wasn’t damaged at all. We’d have to all fit in there. Unless…

Nope, the Mustang wasn’t an option.

The guy from the back seat had pulled his buddies into the car, and when he saw me looking, his eyes grew wide. He jumped in the driver’s seat and put it in reverse. The vehicle zoomed backwards until he threw it over a curb, and then he put it in drive and zipped down the street.

The police would be here any second. We really had to go.

I bent down to get TJ, but Lincoln stopped me. He and Ian picked up the enforcer as Chance and Alex, the other enforcer with us, went back to the car and opened the trunk.

They got him situated, and we jumped into the car. I sat on Lincoln’s lap in the back since we were out of seats.

Now that I was sitting, I began to feel a little woozy and lightheaded again. I’d lost a lot of blood.

I laid my head on Lincoln’s shoulder and let my eyes slide shut.

He jostled me. “Don’t go to sleep. You need to shift. What happened?”

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