Page 34 of His Curse

And as soon as the door slides open, we attack.

My wolf immediately pounces on Jorge, doesn't think twice to tear out his throat whileFor Bellarumbles through our shared mind as his blood covers her fur.

Greg spins from his post on the other side of the door, his eyes wide in horror, and instead of doing what they're trained to do, he throws his gun at us and starts running.

Coward.

And to think, Greg was doing time for killing his entire family at the Thanksgiving dinner table when Kentworth found him. I guess good help really is hard to find.

My wolf snorts as she starts after him, quieting herself so the only noise is the light tapping of her claws on the white tile floor and the minute Greg gets the next set of doors open, she jumps on his back and snaps his neck.

For Chumani,echoes through my head and I can't help but smile.

My wolf definitely views these people as her pack and she loves those women just as much as I do. And she totally holds a grudge over the way Greg and Jorge got way too handsy way too often with the females who were supposed to be off limits. Sweet revenge for our friends, and it’s only the beginning.

We keep running down the next hall toward the hospital portion of the lab, the part where they keep those that have negative effects from the experiments, or one too many run-ins with the guards. And as soon as the nurses’ station comes into view, the head RN freezes behind the desk as she screams.

The four women around her scatter while she stands there in shock for a few seconds before joining them, but not without pressing theoh shitbutton first—the one that sets off the alarm throughout the entire five buildings and alerts everyone of a breach in security.

Instead of going toward the main door, which is the one I took last time, my wolf runs after the nurses, nipping at their heels while she gets us close enough to force them to open the East entrance. The one that leads toward the garage.

My wolf is brilliant.

And because Kentworth can't provide enough training in the world to prepare his staff for someone like me, the incredibly stupid human females actually do exactly what I thought they would.

My wolf scares them through the entrance of the East Wing, keeps chasing them so they can’t enter the hall itself but have to veer toward the check point between East Wing and the elevator to the garage, then growls at them until the five women cram themselves into the vacant guard booth between the doorways. Then she waits for them to lock themselves in before we start searching for something to block the door.

A high-lo.

A high-lo?

Whatever. It’s a damn forklift.

That’s fucking weird but I won’t complain right now. It was probably parked inside the checkpoint because no one was using it, and since most of the staff at Kentworth Labs are morons, they forgot it was here. Which also means someone rode it up the elevator from the garage and… my stomach rolls at the thought that flashes through my mind.

The bodies.

They needed the high-lo to get all the bodies out after the purge, and they used a goddamn high-lo to do it.

Fucking sick.But unfortunately it’s also perfect because I need them trapped right now and this will have to do.

As quickly as possible, we shift back and my naked, blood-soaked self hops in the seat and I start it up, ramming the forked prongs into the door so the nurses won’t be able to get out. Which is the exact second I realize the head RN is on the phone, most likely trying to get a hold of Dick. Which makes me snicker to myself.

Nope. Not today, ladies.

That sick fuck is busy.

I give them a one finger salute then start running, shifting half way as I do, and man, I fucking love the way it feels to let my wolf free.

It is good to be free,she croons at me, a definite smile to her voice.

Not quite free yet, sister. We still need to clear two flights of stairs, get out the side door, and cross the yard to the garage before we can even come close, and then we still have fourteen miles of Kentworth property to tread before we can consider ourself free or safe.

We will succeed.We will succeed for our pack, for ourself, and for our mate.

Damn, my wolf is optimistic.Amen to that.

Once we’re down the first set of stairs and heading toward the next, we can hear the guards coming, hear them running past the door that separates us from the garage, so my wolf slows, sniffs the air, then snorts.

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