Page 198 of Wolf Roulette

I yanked on the connection between me and Sascha to further distract him.

Total bitch move.

I managed three before he wrenched back.

Okay, that wasn’t so comfortable.

We continued our battle as Booker continued booming her orders. I would’ve expected Greyson to seize control by now. He held more power over the pack by far than Booker.

Vampires shot through the water toward the Luthers like missiles.

Strategicmissiles.

They darted close to the pack, never making contact.

They had one job.

To cause panic.

If not for the orange-scented oil under my nose, the smell of so many Vissimo would overwhelm Booker completely. We could smell the vampires underwater too—something I’d tested on Monday before Basilia and Kyros left.

I balled my hands as five distinct groups of Luthers began to form.Yes!Tearing my eyes from the surface, I crouched to check the cameras.

Where were the betas?

People were harder to recognise underwater. Hairy swam by a camera, his fangs descended.

Got you.

Booker still shouted her silent orders, and I left her to it, standing on wobbling legs at the barrier again.

I clicked on my walkie. “Big Red. Bats, seal off north quadrant.”

The betas were the real danger in what came next. Too damn level-headed for their own good.

With Greyson struggling to settle the pack, betas would be the backup.

My hands shook from fatigue.

My legs folded, but I lifted my saxophone to sound a series of signals. Important signals.

Gammas. West.

Alphas. South.

Omegas. South-west.

Deltas. East.

That done, I started playing the most chaotic song I knew—"Yakety Sax”by Boots Randolph.

A Luther’s senses were their strength—also their weakness.

The speaker faced away from me, but even Booker struggled to maintain her concentration through this song, though we’d practiced several times.

“Yakety Sax” was also the final order.

My stewards entered the water again and opened fire on pack members fleeing the vampires.

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