Page 85 of Fangs for the Memories
Not because of the panic it will cause—my kind have enjoyed setting fear in man’s hearts for centuries—but because I need all my strength to get to Grace and get the hell out of Britain, once and for all.
I slam the riot shield into one set of humans coming from my left and strike out right to clear a path through the rest of them.Alarms blare and there are sounds of more humans coming my way.
The others are regrouping. I shake my entire body, ridding myself of the last of the smell from my confinement, and pull down my cuffs. It’s been a long time since I had this much fun.
Especially as some of these humans have come equipped with smoke and gas grenades. Such things are always a blast to let off in confined spaces.
The humans seem to think their little sticks will do something to me. as each one comes, I snap the thing like a toothpick, making my way steadily to the exit, a door which comes easily away at my touch, and I find myself in a small reception area which has a very strong scent of Grace.
The automatic doors open, letting me out into the night air, and I stroll down the steps into the street. Behind me smoke billows from the building and sirens continue to wail into the night. I lift my head to the sky where the moon hangs low and yellow.
When I howl, it’s both a warning and a challenge.
No one cages a Kóbor and lives.
Grace
“Fucking hell!” Lucy swears me into consciousness.
“What?” I sit bolt upright, one eye sticky with sleep. She’s staring at her phone.
“Your flipping werewolf mate just broke out.”
“Broke out?” My brain simply isn’t catching up with me. “Broke out of where?”
“The police station.”
Now all sleep leaves me, bile rising in my throat.
“That’s not good.”
“I’d say not.” Lucy swings her legs over the edge of the mattress on the floor. “I’m going to get Lydia involved.”
“Wait? Really?”
“We can’t have a wanted werewolf running around London, not with your name on his lips.” Lucy throws back her head. “I was so close to sorting this out too.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I drop my head into my hands.
“Hey…hey…” Lucy is beside me in a heartbeat. “None of this is your fault, okay?”
“It’s not Ferenc’s either.”
Lucy shrugs. “I guess not. He came for you, and he’s going to keep coming for you. We just need to make sure he and Mark don’t meet again.”
“And what are the chances of that happening?” I gaze at her. “London’s a big place.”
“If I know he’s out, so will Mark.”
“And so will the others,” a voice intones from outside the bedroom.
“Fuck!” Lucy is off the bed and has her hand in her wardrobe, reaching for something.
“Dominik? Is that you?” I call out. “What are you doing in Lucy’s flat?” I look over at her.
It appears she’s frozen.
“I’m here because that great lump of a mate of yours has done the opposite of what I told him to do, so we have to move to Plan B. And if you could be quick about it because these two wolves are not happy.”
