Page 70 of The SnowFang Storm

“Nope, nope, nope, hell no, nope.” I looked around for escape. Options were a bit limited. The other door refused to open, probably warped from impact.

FryerVats and his pack knew what they were doing in this urban hellscape.

BrainCells giggled at me as he groped for the handle and his arm pawed through the shattered window.

Companion launched himself at Hamid, half-dragging him out of the seat. FryerVats lunged for the open driver’s side door and shoved his bulk halfway through it. He hauled himself into the driver’s seat as I scrambled backwards, pinned between the two of them.

“I’m gonna run this tongue all up and down that red-haired princess pussy of yours, you cunt! We’re going to cram our dicks in every hole you’ve got and make you some new ones!” FryerVats’ voice seemed to fill the air.

The piñata-wanderer had staggered upright, crawled onto the hood, and smashed his forehead into the window.

Well. That would kill some brain cells.

Piñata did it a second time.

He probably didn’t need those anyway.

Hamid had tossed Companion somewhere and now grabbed FryerVats and hauled him out of the car. BrainCells inhaled and salivated, grunting as he tried to crawl through the whole window and the scent of—

I gagged.

He’d sliced himself and blood dripped over the frame, down the buttery leather.

“Fuck this.” Human Hamid versus four werewolves wasn’t a stay in the vehicle situation. I hauled myself between the two front seats and slithered out the driver’s door. BrainCells grabbed my trailing ankle. His fingers slid off my stockings and raked my thighs.

My skin tried to jump off my bones and bite him.

I smashed the urge to shift down, tumbled out of the car, rolled to my feet, ducked out of the way as FryerVats lunged, and plastered my back to Hamid’s. Hamid grabbed FryerVats again and threw him onto the curb.

BrainCells howled in frustration, unable to figure out he could just run around the car instead of trying to crawl through it. Piñata crawled across the hood, growling and grinning while Companion circled and FryerVats picked himself up.

Absolutely no one from the crowd got involved beyond shimmying out of the way or snapping video.

Police sirens wailed a few blocks away.

The wanderers all jerked towards the sound. BrainCells broke for the van, climbed into the driver’s seat, and slammed it into reverse. The van lurched backwards, smashed the car behind it, then smashed forward again. FryerVats shouted at him to just run. Piñata and Companion bolted into the crowd.

The van smashed forward again, scattering more debris and glass. FryerVats gave up on BrainCells and ran into the crowd. BrainCells howled at them to stop, then left the van and disappeared into the crowd.

And as quickly as it had all started, it was over.

People on the street shuffled along, cars honked and squirmed around the wreck and abandoned van. The cold asphalt seeped into the soles of my feet.

“Face towards me,” Hamid instructed.

I obeyed, skin shivering and jumping and trying to detach itself from my bones. One of them had touched me. I’d yelled at another.

I’d almost shifted.

I made myself walk to the remains of the car to get my shoes. I put them on one at a time. The crowd started to disperse since there was no blood or other carnage.

A police officer arrived and demanded to know what had happened.

Well, you see, officer, I’m a werewolf and those are wanderer scumbags who want to turn me into their personal squeaky toy…

Hamid stood very close, sort of shielding me without making it obvious that he was trying to stay between me and whatever curious cameras might still be in play. In precise, expert language, Hamid detailed the scam: the wolf had thrown himself at our car, and the van tailing us had rear-ended us, deliberately. Hamid added that there were dashcams in my car, and that it recorded sound as well as video.

Dazed and not sure what else to do, I texted Mint.

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