Page 93 of Wolf Cursed
“Ahh!” Someone yelled, and we looked over to see Cade, one of Silas’ goons, cupping his face. “That asshole Gordon just tried clawing my damned face off.”
“Get his ass,” said Luke.
A second later, the two had shifted and launched themselves at where Presley had nearly calmed Gordon into retreating. After that, everything turned to chaos.
People poured from the barn, screaming and shifting as they ran.
Brawls broke out with everyone in various stages of shifting.
“Don’t move,” Oscar warned, shoving me flat against the barn wall.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. More and more wolves filled the field, trapping me against the barn. I knew if I moved, they’d notice me, and there was no way I could talk my way out of a fight now.
It would be one against thirty.
“Ash.”
I turned at the sound of the familiar voice behind me.
Kai stood against the barn just behind me, eyes blazing, chest heaving like he’d run here. His clothes were a little baggy, though, and I remembered the extras in the bed of that truck.
Oscar looked past me at Kai.
“She’s a sitting duck,” Oscar said.
“I’ll get her out of here,” Kai said. “Can you create a distraction?”
Oscar nodded. “Don’t let anything happen to her.”
“I’ll keep her safe,” Kai said.
He didn’t look at me, but the way he said it…
Nope. Wasn’t going to acknowledge the butterflies.
Oscar nodded, apparently satisfied. He looked at me, eyes blazing with whatever he was about to do.
“When they turn on me, you go,” Oscar said.
“What?” My eyes widened in sudden worry. “No, don’t—”
But he was already gone.
I watched as he threw himself at the closest wolf. “I challenge Silas!” he roared.
I gasped. “He can’t,” I said, but Kai was already grabbing my hand and yanking me toward the front of the barn.
I had no choice but to run or let Oscar’s sacrifice be a waste.
Chapter Nineteen
Kai’s hand was tight and warm in mine. I concentrated on that. And on the motorcycle I recognized as his, parked behind Oscar’s truck. So, he hadn’t come here as a wolf after all. My feet barely made a sound against the grass, but my breath? That came in loud, short gasps as we zig-zagged through the parked cars toward Kai’s motorcycle. Behind us, I could hear growls and the occasional curse being yelled.
I tried not to think about what was happening. And to whom.
Werewolf hierarchy still confused me, but I was pretty sure Oscar challenging Silas would not end well.
My heart panged at the mental images.
