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38
Radic
Apparently, the entire town shutting down for a week while we were all horny as hell had actually led to a backup of paperwork that I now had to work through every day. Honestly, I was going to talk to Courtland about digitizing the system.
The doors to the office opened, and I smiled at the Legion General who was here for his appointment. “Sorry, Sir. He hasn’t arrived yet.”
“That’s fine, Radic.”
On the inhalation of a single breath, the man in front of me pulled a gun and aimed it at my chest, loosing three bullets into my body before I was even able to gasp. The force of the hits tipped my office chair backwards, and I collapsed onto the ground.
Hot blood bloomed on my business shirt, and I choked on the viscous liquid pooling in my throat.
Bonnie.
39
Pryce
While the babies slept, I headed into the backyard to soak up the sun. It would be winter soon, and these beautiful days would give way to snow. I wasn’t ready to give up fresh air and blue skies yet, but there was something to be said for staying holed up inside with my new Pack. Well, they would be my Pack by first snow. I was determined.
Three cracks echoed through the air, and I shot to my feet. The fuck was that? Sounded like gunshots, but that made no sense. I ran toward the back door, but a huge, shifted Manix appeared from nowhere, swinging a baseball bat at my head before I could dodge.
No. No. This couldn’t be happening.
The world spun as I fell to my ass, but I quickly crawled to my feet. Had to get inside. Had to protect the babies…
“We need you, so consider yourself lucky,” the huge Manix grumbled.
The baseball bat hit the back of my head, and the sky disappeared behind the edges of darkness.
40
Dominic
“Listen, Washington. If you’re going to shoot at something, you’re gonna want to be able to at least clip it. Keep practicing because you couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn right now,” I chastised because, fuck me, these guys sucked. Most of them hadn’t kept up with their shooting practice and it showed. Claws and fangs were only good in one type of situation and being a giant fucker wasn’t always going to be helpful either.
You’d think with enhanced senses, the guy would be set. But no. He missed seven times out of ten.
Loren chuckled beneath his breath beside me. “I think Rosa might have been better when you taught her.” I snorted, because there was very little that kid wasn’t good at, and if she was bad at something, she practiced until she was perfect. She was a good kid; she’d go far in life because she was as stubborn as she was kind.
“She gave more lip though, and I’m not going to lie, what she lacked in raw talent she made up for in pure brass balls.”
Rosa had been eight when Loren had joined Courtland’s crew, so he’d only known her as the precocious, mouthy little shit we all knew and loved. But I remembered when she’d looked up at me as a tiny baby, like I was the only thing that would keep her safe in the world.
I hoped she never wanted to date because I would probably make a eunuch out of the guy first, just as a precaution. Hell, Courtland just might eat them out of principle.
I sighed as Washington turned to ask more questions. How much instruction did I need to give him? Point. Shoot. Get the target. Not fucking rocket science. I swear this kid was dumber than a box of nails. “Washington, the target is that way, man. Just gotta fire until you hit something.”
I didn’t expect him to raise his gun. Didn’t expect him to point it at me. I definitely didn’t expect him to fire.
A force thumped into my chest, the world went bright, and then I was lying in the dirt. Except I wasn’t in the dirt in Maxton. I jumped to my feet, looking for an enemy, but there was no one. No scents of anything but open air and trees. But the trees were wrong, not the kind that I’d marked the hell out of in wolf form in Maxton. The sun was at a different place in the sky. We weren’t in Kansas anymore, that was for sure.
A choking noise made me drop my gaze. Loren lay at my feet, gasping. Blood stained his chest, and my heart stopped. Oh shit. He’d been hit by fucking Washington’s bullet. I was going to kill that inept fuck when I got ahold of him.
“Fuck. Fuck, it’s okay, man.” I dropped to my knees, tearing at his shirt. I winced at the mangled hole in his chest. “Just a scratch.” I bundled up the torn shirt and pressed it to the wound to stem the flow. We needed a doctor or a hospital or a goddamn miracle right now.
Loren continued to gasp air. “Li...ar.”
