Page 38 of Wolf Sacrificed

I couldn’t stay here while my mate and enforcers were outnumbered. I had to get out.

The car rocked as Ian and another guy fell into it. I screamed as it jarred my injured leg. Searing heat spread through me, making my vision darken.

Brandon looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you okay? Can you move?”

I put my hands on the seat and grimaced as I tried to push myself up. My leg still wouldn’t budge, and warm, sticky liquid ran down it, which meant that I was probably bleeding because I knew I hadn’t peed myself.

I pushed at the front end again, avoiding sharp pieces of the dashboard. “My leg’s trapped. I can’t get out.”

Brandon reached over and shoved at the metal. I gripped my thigh and pulled. The dash groaned against his efforts but started to budge. I gently slid my leg out, screaming as something sharp caught it and cut deep.

But then my leg pulled free. I would assess the damage later. Two more black Mustangs had joined us, and men hopped out to join the fight.

I grasped the door handle and shoved, but it didn’t move. It probably wouldn’t from the way the car had collapsed in on this side.

“Brandon, I’ll have to climb out on your side. I need you to get out first. We need to help them.”

Brandon pushed his door open. It creaked and hung at an awkward angle, but he got it open enough that he could crawl out. He reached back and gave me a hand. I slithered through the car, wriggling my way out.

My foot buckled when I stepped on the ground. Pain ripped through my leg, and I gasped. The deep gash ran from my knee all the way to my ankle. Blood covered the entire bottom part of my pants, and my shoe wasn’t faring much better.

I felt woozy, and I needed to shift. My heart fell. That wasn’t going to happen.

Alpha Dane’s men had attacked us in the middle of a freaking neighborhood. A few people peeked out from the window across the street, and a mom dragged two toddlers who were kicking and screaming back into the house.

This was going to be in the media. There were probably doorbell cameras and maybe even security cameras. Hopefully not, though.

These houses were huge, and the neighborhood looked expensive, with four-car garages and well-manicured lawns and bushes. I’d bet money the residents were blowing up the 911 switchboards.

Brandon pulled me against him and then pushed so my back leaned against the car. “Sloane, are you all right?”

I didn’t get the chance to answer.

Tires squealed against the pavement. Another black Mustang pulled up, this one behind us, blocking our cars in.

I hoped this was the last of them. Not only were we making a scene with a huge fistfight, but we were severely outnumbered. Brandon and I would have to take on the car behind us so they couldn’t team up with their buddies.

I took a step forward, but my knee gave out. I would’ve fallen on the pavement if Brandon hadn’t caught me.

He pushed me against the car again. “Stay here.”

I gritted my teeth. “There are too many of them for you by yourself. We do this together.”

His eyes widened, and he shook his head. “Sloane, no, I can’t let anything happen to you. You’re our alpha.”

We didn’t have time to argue. I knocked him away and then mustered up the strength to run as the first guy opened the car door. My leg throbbed, and each step I took made me see stars.

But now I had the advantage. He wasn’t out of the car yet, and I could get there before he was.

I rammed the door with my hip as hard as I could, smashing him in between the door and the frame. He moaned and then gasped for breath.

I balled my fist like Lincoln had taught me and threw a jab, hitting him in the face. Blood gushed from his nose, and something crunched beneath my knuckles. He cursed under his breath.

I grabbed the door handle, pulled the door out, and then shoved it back as hard as I could, squishing him again. Because it was a two-door car, the guy in the back seat was completely stuck. I made a mental note to make sure that we always purchased four-door cars for this exact reason.

I balled up my left hand and threw a hook, hitting the guy in the cheek. Then I grabbed his hair and jerked his head down, smashing his forehead against the top of the door.

His eyes rolled shut, and he went lax. I let him fall to the ground and then glared at the guy in the back seat, daring him to come out.

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