Page 19 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
It wasn't the end of it. If anybody thought nobody could survive a fall like that, they didn't know the physiology of the wolf.
He would be back.
Ironically, the threat I had arranged against Sarah had become all too real. Somebody had taken exception to something Sarah had done in the course of her workday. It was important to note politicians were always getting into hot water.
I might've been remiss in thinking Sarah was above reproach.
"Is he…dead?" Sarah asked with her voice cracking..
"I can't see how anybody could survive. We are talking about falling from several floors without anything to break your fall other than an unfortunate parked squad car," I answered with plausible deniability.
Others crowded into the room, totally ignoring Luke on the floor trying to catch his breath. He was lucky to be alive. It was the first sighting of the pure bloods. Their belief system went against everything I worked toward.
I saw his eyes but there was nothing familiar about them. We had never met in person or face-to-face in any capacity. It seemed unfathomable when I was the alpha.
"I'm going down there to get a few words with him before the paramedics get here to take him to the hospital. He does appear to be moving. The police officer is training his gun on him. Stay here and away from the broken window," I said before walking to the door, only to feel something tugging at the hem of my pants.
"He's on the drug," Luke whispered.
"I hope you're not talking about what I think you're talking about. Isn't that just great? It's not like we don't have enough to worry about. We haven't seen them in a long time." I referred to the pure bloods.
"We knew this day was coming. I told you they weren't happy. You said they would fall in line, but I had my doubts. This is the one time I wish I was wrong," he wheezed with his voice hoarse.
"Stay with her until I get back. Don't let anybody come into this room. I don't care who they are. That includes Jack and the volunteers. Barricade yourself inside until you hear from me. Keep her away from the window. She's in a state of shock and barely functioning." I moved quickly out of the room while herding the volunteers back into the outer office where all the cubicles were located.
I reached back and pulled the door closed. "Don't go in there under any circumstances. I'm ordering a complete lockdown of the building. Nobody in or out without proper authorization." It was like closing the barn door after the horse had already bolted.
The masked man was unconscious but still breathing. The police officer was in real danger. The wolf would have no problem killing the police officer in cold blood to get away from the scene of the crime.
I avoided the elevator, already seeing from afar that the numbers were lit up like the Fourth of July. The stairs were relatively easy to navigate, but I didn't have those pesky cameras from those phones recording my every move.
The beast within absorbed leaping from one landing to the other without slowing down. A sharp intake of breath followed the metal railing becoming twisted and mangled. The myth of the wolf had no concept when it came to destroying public property.
I bounded down those stairs without a wasted breath until I came out of the lobby. The claws retracted back into the skin. The sharp ends burned. The sensation of pain reminded me I was alive and kicking.
It wasn't a full transformation.
The drug had somehow enhanced the strength of the wolf.
I pushed my way through the throngs of people gawking out the window.
There was no end to the compromises when we were trying to hide in plain sight. The wolf in question had his personal quest that had nothing to do with me. It was unfortunate we had to fight each other when everything rested on full cooperation from all factions within the pack.
The squad car remained less than inconspicuous. The vehicle had lost all structural integrity. The wheels were flattened. The roof folded in on itself with bits of blood and tissue clinging to the metal surface.
The police officer lay on the pavement with a halo of blood spreading out.
I checked his pulse to find it strong enough to endure a few days recuperating on the dime of the city. His story would fall flat. How much did he see of his assailant was a moot point. The concussion would easily make it seem like an impossible fantasy in his head. It would be explained away easily enough by manipulating his thoughts.
The sirens loudly converged onto the scene.
The first unmarked baby blue nondescript Crown Victoria stopped a few feet away from me.
Detective Coleman would want an explanation. The truth was stranger than fiction.
CHAPTER 9
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