Page 47 of Chosen Destiny

“Callie!” Michael exclaimed, but the deed was already done.

I didn’t have my knife anymore, but hell, I was half wolf, so I bit into his neck. My teeth didn’t slice through the skin like my wolf teeth would have, so I clamped my jaws harder.

“Shit,” he groaned and threw his right elbow back.

The taste of copper filled my mouth, and I gagged.

Tell the former advisors to step back,Samuel linked.

Unable to see what was going on, I obliged. Then gunfire went off behind me. My heart pounded. Miles and Samuel were well enough to use their guns. I wouldn’t be upset about that.

My enemy bent forward and tried to flip me over his head, but I tightened my legs around him, hanging on for dear life.

Vomit crept up my throat, and I hurled all over the enemy.

“Get off me,” he snarled.

More than happily, I rolled off him, and as I did, three wolves jumped on him.

But Kel’s wolves had arrived too. I spun around and saw close to thirty racing toward us.

Shit. My people were too weak to keep fighting.

The former advisors grabbed guns from the dead guards, and our group turned toward the incoming threat.

You’ve got to get out of here,Samuel linked.

I must have misunderstood him.Not happening.

I ran to the guard I’d vomited on—who was now ripped to shreds, thanks to the three wolves—and grabbed his gun, then pivoted toward the arriving wolves.

My throat closed. Russell’s wolves were fighting Kel’s, and I couldn’t tell which was friend or foe from here, except for Lynerd and his pack. But I couldn’t fire at them without potentially hurting one of our allies.

Samuel ran to me and linked,Russell told us to go.

My brows furrowed.How could he—

He walked over to me and nodded toward the cars.Samuel grabbed my hand, dragging me that way.Let’s go. We’re all injured, and Russell is winning.

It didn’t feel right to abandon them, but Samuel was in agony. My attention flicked to the others who made up my party, and I realized they were all in worse shape than me. Staying here would put them at greater risk.Everyone, let’s go.We’d taken all the guns from the guards so they couldn’t use them against Russell and the others.

Samuel sighed with relief, and the others turned to leave. We moved as quickly as possible back in the direction we’d come from.

As we reached the tree line, we found Lucas. He lay on his side, beaten up but with his chest still moving.

Thank gods, he was breathing.

I ran to him and squatted, and he opened his eyes.

Is it time to go?he asked, and I nodded and tried to help him up.

That was why I hadn’t felt his injuries—he’d never lost consciousness, so the link had stayed warm. He groaned, but soon, we were all moving again, albeit at a far slower pace.

What happened with Lynerd?I asked, encouraging him to lean the brunt of his weight on me.

He and I beat the shit out of each other, and then he shifted and ran off.He whimpered with each step he took.

Something must have happened, but that wasn’t my concern right now. We needed to find a place to rest, give everyone time to heal, and then figure out how to handle losing Oregon.

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