Page 142 of Shadow City: Silver Wolf

“Get her off me,” Julius grunted at me as he grabbed Rosemary’s wrists, restraining her for the moment.She’s going to stand there and donothing.

The angel used her wings as weapons, curling them around her body and stabbing him with the tips of her feathers. For feathers that looked so silky, they sure turned into armor or a weapon when she needed them to.

His pain radiated through me, and I hated that the silver moon had connected the two of us tonight. Our mind-link was going to cause problems.

But once again, how were we able to link? We weren’t mates or pack. This shouldn’t have been possible.Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to capture your own kind,I retorted back to him.

He gasped and released his hold on Rosemary, his eyes searching for me. One eye was already swollen from her attack, and blood dripped down his arms.This is so strange. Why do you keep talking to me like this?

My heart broke with the realization that he must have been raised as a lone wolf for him not to understand how mind-linking worked—but at least that meant he couldn’t link withanyone else to alert them to what was going on. Or he was playing some sort of demented game? I couldn’t rule out the latter.

The guard who had just shot at me raised his gun, pointing it at Rosemary.No!I screamed in terror.

“Move, Fallen,” Julius growled. “He’s aiming at you.”

Rosemary paused and snarled, “Don’t call me that.” She jerked her head toward the guard and wrapped her wings around herself as he fired at us once more. The bullet bounced off her, leaving her unharmed.

“What the hell?” The guard’s eyes widened, and he glanced at the gun barrel.

How I wished the damn man would shoot himself in the eye. What an idiot. You never pointed a gun at your face—even if it was empty.

I got back to my feet and forced myself to step away from Griffin’s warm embrace.

“Hey, easy,” Griffin said softly.

Yeah, I was about to piss him off, but the battle wasn’t over. Pushing away the pain, I raced toward the gunman who’d attempted to shoot me and then Rosemary. The other two guards were still focused on keeping our allies at bay, so this guy didn’t have help.

He pointed the gun back at me, but it was too late. I lunged at him, and he fell back and shot skyward, completely missing his mark. I landed on top of him and ripped out his throat, and even more blood coated my silver fur, mixing with that of the bear shifter I’d killed just minutes ago.

For whatever reason, these men were trained to fight with guns and knives and not their animal sides. Using my wolf was always my first instinct, with my knife being second. I’d been trained with weapons because we couldn’t ignore them…butthese people used their animals only as a last resort. It was a weakness that we’d been able to exploit in our defense.

“If you want my help, you better stop beating the shit out of me,” Julius rasped to Rosemary. “Their numbers may be dwindling, but they should’ve already called for backup. We’ve got to get out of here.”

My stomach sank. Just when we had only two opponents left…the threat of more coming meant we’d be back to being outnumbered. He was right, we needed to leave. I wasn’t sure we could last another round.

But did that mean he planned on coming with us? Surely not.

“And we should trust youwhy?” Rosemary asked. “You could be trying to trick us so you can attack when we’re fighting.”

We didn’t have time for a strategy discussion. I turned my focus to Bass Guitar, who had just smelled his friend’s blood. He jerked his head in my direction, then stiffened and winced a little, probably due to the pain of his shoulder injury from where he’d been shot. That little bit of a reaction was all the extra time I needed to get to him.

“Ernie, we’re the last two left right now.” Bass Guitar’s voice didn’t sound quite as deep with panic setting in.

Great, he was going to get his buddy to help take me down. Maybe I wouldn’t make it out alive after all, but that would be a better alternative than some mystery asshole thinking he could use me to make a silver wolf army.

“They’re going to kill her if we don’t help.” Concern laced Julius's words, and it must have been enough for Rosemary to somewhat trust him.

She stood and hissed, “One wrong move, and I’ll punchyouwithout a moment’s hesitation.”

The two guards stopped firing as they turned their focus on the most immediate threat. Bass Guitar’s dark eyes flicked toward Julius. “Get her. Don’t just stand there.” He turned hisfocus back on me and put his finger on the trigger, but Griffin lunged straight toward him.

His sculpted face was tense with anxiety, and his normally perfectly styled honey-brown hair flopped with each step. His light, hazel eyes with flecks of green locked on Bass Guitar. My mate was twice as large as my attacker—his six-and-a-half-foot frame towered over the guy, despite him being about twenty feet away.

Griffin aimed his gun, ready to take on the enemy. Seeing him like this, with so much raw power, filled me with adoration. Despite us not having the same sort of training growing up, Griffin was formidable with a gun.

A millisecond before Bass Guitar pulled the trigger, Griffin shot the guy through the head. He crumpled dead on impact.

Another gunshot fired, and I turned to find Rosemary’s wings wrapped around her once again. I was jealous of her ability—getting shot hurt like hell.

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