Page 156 of Just One Bite
“Olivia. Baby, come on. Talk to me.”
It’s been more than fifteen minutes since I last heard from her, and I can’t think of anything else.
“I can’t hear her anymore.”
“Well, we’re closer to her than you think. We’re almost to the bridge.”
“Stay awake, baby. I’m almost there. It’s going to be okay.”
“Why can’t I hear her?”
“She’s probably just too weak right now. Keep your head. Olivia’s one stubborn bitch if I’ve ever seen one. She’ll fight.”
Before I can react to that comment, we come to a screeching halt and I’m out of the car before it stops moving. Behind us, members of his pack funnel out of their SUVS and sports cars. We’re surrounded by mountains and trees as far as I can see.
I hear the train running on the tracks. Its lights burst through the night, illuminating the mountainside as it grows closer and closer. The ground shakes, but it might be me on the cusp of shifting.
“He’ll likely be in one of the back cars.”
I shift in an instant. Aster follows suit. Then we charge, running into a full sprint to the edge of the bridge. I’m seconds behind him when he jumps the bridge, and we crash on top of the train car. I run and leap onto the back of the caboose and thrust my fist through the window, the glass bursts and embeds itself in my skin as we scramble inside.
A few members of Cane’s pack shift before my eyes. And Aster and I tear into them one by one. They’re not a match for us at alpha capacity. I don’t think Cane anticipated Aster helping me mow through his pack in the back of the train car.
I leave Aster to clean up the stragglers and keep moving, only injuring them enough so they don’t follow.
Her scent is here. I push through the train car faster, knocking over furniture or anyone who gets in my way.
Then I see him. Cane turns around, his eyes glowing.
We’re in some type of dining car with tables lining the windows on each side. The hanging lights above the tables shake as the train curves.
Where is she?
“How?” he snarls. I’m expecting him to shift and match me, but he scrambles under the table as I bound forward on all fours.
A gunshot rings through the air.
I stumble back. There’s heaviness in my chest. Wetness. I step forward again.
Another gunshot.
Then another.
Cane’s shaky hand points the barrel at my head, but I knock it from his hand. There’s pain when I breathe out.
I slam him into the floor again and again, screaming the words in my head I know he can't hear.
Fucking coward, shift and fight me!I drag him under me by his coat, and a slew of blood drips, staining his pale face.
There’s barely anything other than pure instinct to kill.
Cane’s frame grows taller and taller as he shifts into a white werewolf, forcing me onto the ground.
He snarls, leaping toward me in the cramped space. My body is slowing, and the power runs from my limbs.
He enchanted the bullets.
It doesn’t matter though. Cane is in my way, but he’s not about to be. I swipe him across the face as hard as I can and the blood splatters across the window. He lets out an echoing howl. More will come to his aide.
