Page 47 of Sold Wolf Slave

Without another word, I spun on my heels and raced outside. I could smell Kendra and Chris. They couldn’t have been gone for long if their scents were this fresh.

I ran, Nolan on my heels, following the smells, not shifting in case it raised suspicion. Nolan and I followed their scents down the street toward the center of town, into the unlocked back door of a large building, and through the halls. Their scents grew stronger, though now mixed with others.

I knew I was close when I rounded the corner to see Chris and Kendra pinned against the wall, the exit blocked by Lucas and two guards. In the cell in the corner, Morgan watched in horror.

“That’s enough,” I said.

Lucas turned. His eyes went wide when he saw us barge in, then they narrowed.

“I should have guessed there was something suspicious about you,” he said.

“People always say that when they’re not smart enough to figure out we’re undercover,” Nolan said cheerfully. “One of these days, I hope we come across a bad guy brave enough to admit that, yes, we did completely bamboozle them. It would be a nice change of pace.”

Lucas glared, first at Nolan, then at me.

“I wish Pierce had killed you now,” he said almost conversationally. “It would have made things so much easier.”

A flickering fire appeared in his hand. Without a single word, he hurled it toward me, too fast for me to move out of the way.

It slammed into me, but I only felt a pleasant warmth, like sunbeams on a clear summer afternoon. Lucas frowned, then he spun on his heels.

“Little brat,” he snarled at Kendra.

She gave a smirk back at him and waggled her fingers.

While he was distracted, I shifted and lunged forward, knocking him to his feet. Nolan and Chris shifted and sprang into action, going after the other guards before they could escape or sound the alarm.

I acted quickly. As Lucas staggered back to his feet, I slammed into him again. This time, his head hit the wall. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed like a ragdoll, motionless but still breathing. Nearby, Chris and Nolan had done the same to the other guards. In silent agreement, we shifted back to human.

“Are you guys okay?” I asked, but my eyes were locked on Kendra. Annoyance at her impulsivity and relief that she was okay washed over me in tandem. Her eyes met mine before they darted back to look at Morgan.

“Might be a bit sore in the morning, but otherwise a piece of cake,” Nolan said. “Really, these guards need to up their game.”

“We have to get out of here before anyone else comes in,” I growled. “I don’t care how good their game is. If they overrun us, we’re going to be in a world of trouble. Let’s move.”

“We can’t just leave them alive,” Chris pointed out. “They’re going to know we were here.”

Kendra bit her lip, her hair disheveled. “I might be able to cast a memory spell over them. I don’t know if that counts as using magic against them, though.”

“Worth a shot,” Nolan said.

She crouched down beside the first unconscious guard, touched both sides of his head, and muttered something under her breath. The guard stirred, then went back to being motionless. She did that to the other guard, and then finally to Lucas.

“It worked,” Kendra said. “They won’t remember a thing.”

“I’m surprised no one else has thought of that,” Chris said.

Kendra shrugged. “You’d be amazed how powerful some of the women are in here who don’t try and escape. Either they didn’t think about it, thought about it but assumed it was useless, or resigned themselves to the life and didn’t bother trying because these assholes sapped it out of them.” She glanced over at Morgan, and guilt and regret flickered across her features. “Or they tried escaping, but realized it was pointless and would only put them in a worse position.”

“We can discuss that later,” I said, growing impatient. Kendra’s spell wouldn’t do anything if we were all still standing around like idiots. “Right now, we need to leave before anything else happens.”

“But Morgan—” Kendra protested.

Except her sister was already talking. “Get her out of here. Please,” Morgan begged.

“No!” Kendra’s head whipped around, and she went back to the cell. “I can’t leave you.”

“You have to,” I growled, forcing her to turn around and look at me. Anger blazed in her eyes as I gripped her biceps. “Listen to me. If you stay here, or even by some miracle manage to get her out of there, you’re putting her in even more danger. You aren’t going to help her. Not now.”

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