Page 43 of Fangs
“Youwantme to kill you?” His voice had gone eerily devoid of emotion.
I hesitated briefly, my heart clenching at the thought of my crew. “Yes.”
He slowly drew his pistol. My heart leapt into my throat, but I didn’t move.
“Youwantme to put a bullet in your head right here, right now?”
He placed the pistol gently against my temple, and the memory of Madame doing the same thing to Trey flashed through my head. My eyes overflowed, but I spoke with conviction.
“Yes.”
He stared at me, gun still held to my head, his brow furrowing slightly.
“I’m not tryin’ to trick you,” I choked out. “Just do it.”
That muscle flexed in his jaw again, and I closed my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. I pictured Trey reaching for me and tugging me into his arms—the last place I feltsafe.
“Darlin’,”I couldhearhis voice,“darlin’, what?—”
The crack of the gunshot made me jump, my eyes popping open. There was no pain. Why was?—
I stared stupidly at Wolf, clutching his chest, blood spilling over his fingers. His eyes were looking somewhere over my shoulder at the trees, but as he started to tip, he met my horrified gaze.
“Emmy, run!” he gasped.
I sucked in a panicked breath, and it came out as a scream.
I grabbed Wolf as he fell, trying to slow his descent. He hit the ground on his back with a pained cry, but I was already moving. I ripped his jacket and shirt open as fast as I could and pried his hands away from the wound, replacing them with my own. Warm blood spilled over my frozen fingers as I sent my healing power flowing into him so quickly it hurt.
He tried to grasp my wrist with his bloodied hand, his lips forming words I didn’t hear because chaos exploded around us.
Shouts came from behind us, and the door opened, but bullets slammed into the cabin from the trees. I crouched low over my brother as bullets whistled past us, trying my best to shield him. I could feel my powers and his death racing each other. The bullet had gone right through his heart.
“No!” I was sobbing. “No! No, Wolf, please!”
He stared at me, his eyes wide. The tears falling from my eyes were splashing onto my bloody hands.
“Bones!” someone roared, and I glanced up.
Mac stood at the treeline, peering around a tree. I had just enough time to meet his furious gaze before he disappeared back behind his cover as bullets sent pieces of bark flying.
I twisted to look back at the cabin. Wolf’s crew were firing from the windows and door.
“Stop!” I screamed, but my voice was lost in the noise.
Tuck stepped onto the porch, holding a fucking huge gun. He planted his feet, and it roared to life, a deafening onslaught of noise. His entire body shuddered with the recoil, but he absorbed it with experienced control as the gun spit casings out like metallic rain. I whipped my head toward the trees, watching in horror as the barrage tore giant chunks from the trees that sheltered my crew.
Movement from the cabin caught my attention again, and under cover of the machine gun, Lee came charging toward me and Wolf. He came within a few feet when his body jerked, blood spraying across the snow, and he fell face-down. I couldn’t tell where exactly he’d been hit, but the idiot wasn’t even wearing a bulletproof vest. The devastation I felt took me by surprise, and I screamed again and again, tears pouring down my face as I crouched over my brother, trying my best to focus on healing him. Lee turned his head and met my eyes, and his teeth gritted in pain as he began trying to drag himself toward me.
“Stop!” I screamed at him. “Stay there!”
Tuck faltered for a second as a bullet hit him in the arm, but he kept shooting. I turned to the trees again just in time to see Raven go down. Jax’s blond head popped up as he ran toward her, and he immediately got picked off and went down. My throat burned from the force of my screams, but they were lost in all the noise. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a nightmare.
The machine gun finally ran out of bullets, and Tuck let out a cry and went down sideways, hitting the porch with a thud that sent spent casings flying.
“Bones!”
My heart seized in my chest at the sight of Griz charging toward me from the trees. He wore tactical gear and held a large rifle in his hands. My eyes widened in panic.
