Page 70 of Rogue Wolf

“He’s got the silver net on him, he can’t hurt you,” said Damon. “But I told Amdis you weren’t up for the job. And, well, what do you know? You’re not.”

The longer Kodiak stayed in contact with the silver, the worse he’d get, meaning his people were vulnerable. He couldn’t let that happen.

“Not true,” said Garrick, stepping closer to the wolf.

“Prove it, then,” Lazi said.

Garrick hissed.

Kodiak growled low, and tensed his aching muscles. The silver still worked its painful magic on him but he thought of his shifters, of Tamaska and gathered his will, trying to find the power to break free. Maybe if he could catch the net on something he could get loose. A fight between the three vampires could be his only chance at survival.

“Well, are you going to grab a leg each or something?” Garrick said, standing beside Kodiak’s back legs.

“Sure. Then we get him in the car and wait,” said Damon.

Wait for what? The night? Until he died? For Amdis and back up? No, he needed an out, and now, no matter the pain.

He tried to move but the fire of the sliver sunk its electric fangs into every part of him. Fuck.

“That’s a cramped space for a long wait.” Garrick bent down, ready to grab Kodiak’s back leg.

“Got a better idea?” Damon asked.

Garrick shook his head. “No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

The vampire’s cold hand clamped around one of his back legs, repulsing him to the core. But the ice of the touch somehow soothed the burn from the silver and he seized that reprieve. He thrashed about, and the silver netting slipped off to one side.

“Fuck,” Garrick said, jumping back and losing his grip on Kodiak.

“Get the fucking netting,” yelled Damon.

Kodiak didn’t waste the opportunity. Pain or no pain, this was his chance. He bucked and thrashed, throwing more of the net off him and it gave him some energy.

He swung toward Garrick and clamped his jaws around the vampire’s arm.

“Ow! Fuck, get off!” screamed Garrick.

Kodiak sunk his teeth deeper into Garrick’s arm, ignoring the searing pain from the silver still touching him. He shook his head and heard the snapping of bone.

“Fuck!” Garrick howled and struggled, helping Kodiak’s teeth cause more damage as they tore through his muscles.

Kodiak let go and threw off the remainder of the silver net. Garrick cradled his arm. Stumbling to get out of the Kodiak’s way, he fell to the ground.

Kodiak fixed his eyes on his target and pounced. His jaw wrapped around the vampire’s neck. Maybe he couldn’t kill all three, or even escape. But it would brighten his day if he could kill even one.

“Get him!” yelled Lazi.

“Grab the net, get it back on him, quick!” screamed Damon.

Kodiak finished the vampire, ripping its throat, before turning to take on the approaching pair. Still weak from the silver and the exertion of escaping, he struggled to stand. But he wasn’t about to flee. He had to buy the pack as much time as possible to get away.

“Go around that way,” instructed Damon, pointing one way while moving in the opposite direction.

They split up, making it harder for Kodiak to defend himself. But he had a plan. All he needed to do was to endure, to push himself to the limit, and he might just defeat them both.

He ran forward, hoping to confuse them into thinking he wanted to flee. He planned to double back and take them from behind if his body held up. He struggled with every movement, the silver’s damage still moving through him, making him weak and sluggish—for him.

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