Page 46 of Vicious Wolf Mate

Jax bolts first, then Gnash and Drario. Mace follows. All four plow into Dave and his crew, shifting as they drive forward. Fists, claws, fangs, nightsticks, it is a tangle of blood and fur.

And screams.

Dave is not stupid. I should have anticipated this. He knows his side has no chance. I watch Dave move himself to the edge of the fray in the tiniest of movements. Dave’s going to weasel out and leave his crew.

“Mace, he’s breaking,” is all I can get out before Dave is out and lunging at me.

Dave’s first fist goes to my stomach and pushes all the air out of me. And the second fist I know is coming in an uppercut-type motion, headed right for my chin. Knowing and dodging are two different things, and everything goes black.

I can hear. I cannot see or feel. I know my body is on the ground. I can hear the others being torn apart by shifters, but I cannot move or see.

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I’m trying to fight off as many goons as I can. The hallway is too small for me to shift and move around freely. I can even end up hurting Mckenna by accident.

“Mace, get McKenna!” I hear Jax yell.

That son of a bitch, Dave. McKenna's knocked out on the ground thanks to him. That bastard is about to inject her with something.

“You piece of shit!” I yell.

There’s no time to waste fighting these idiots. I use one of them to tumble the rest like bowling pins. Jax and Drario finish them off by piercing their stomachs with their hands.

The tip of the needle nearly touches her arm.

“Get the hell away from her!”

I go flying to tackle Dave down. Without a second thought, I rip out his fucking throat. Not even a sound of plea escapes him. My jealousy and rage are assuaged now.

“Fuck you, asshole.”

I throw his windpipe and esophagus to the side. I reach out to pick up McKenna but hesitate. My hands are a bloody mess. I don’t want to touch her like this.

“The hell are you waiting for? She’s not made of glass,” Drario snaps at me.

“I don’t want to get her dirty with filthy blood.”

However, the alarms keep sounding off the entire building. We have to go now. I don’t know how much time we have left.

I wipe my hands on my pants. Not that that got rid of it. I pick her up in a hurry and head towards the back door of the dingy cell block.

Thank god the filthy needle didn’t actually go in her skin. Everything would go to shit if he successfully injected her. I breathe out in relief. I check over her body to make sure nothing else is amiss.

“You’re fine, you’re fine. I got you,” I say mostly to myself.

I try to be careful not to hurt her as we escape. I guess the cell’s back door is used for the workers to go through the back rooms unnoticed. Everything’s dark with the exception of cheap flickering lights.

“How much longer?” Jax asks.

“Don’t know, but there should be an exit if we keep going straight.”

The hallways are narrow with low ceilings. It feels as if we’re not even out here in the desert. But it’s fine, I can somewhat sense where to go.

The alarms keep going. I hear them from a distance. There’s no one on my tail. We'll escape this safely.

They’re still going to be on us. They were desperate enough to pick a fight with me while trying to get to Mckenna. I need to make sure not to ever leave her out of my sight.

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