Page 69 of Cold Foot Revenge
No. Leech was Changing in the middle of the room.
This new bear…this new brawler…he was something else. Something new.
Roxy, Dylan’s voice whispered through her.Run!
Her lungs opened up as the realization struck her like lightning.
The dark bear cast her a glance as he locked his jaws onto Grave’s neck.Go!
Dylan? Dylan was a grizzly. Dylan was an orange-eyed grizzly.
Leech’s bear slammed into the battle and now it was two on one. In the background, she could see the others changing. Fuck.
She pushed up and bolted for Leech. Pain shot through her with every step, but she cut him off just as he reached Dylan’s battle. His focus was too much on them, on helping his brother. He hadn’t seen her, and so she went for his throat, used her forward momentum, and slung herself as she bit down.
He roared and slapped her off hard. She came right back to him. Her body was taking damage, but she had to keep them off Dylan!
How was he here? How was he this brawler? What had he done!
The others were in it now and they were losing. They were losing! It was seven on two. Grave was down, and Dylan was locked up with Leech. She was trying to draw the others away, but it wasn’t working! Dylan was under a pile of three.
The collision that happened next happened with such force, she was blown backward with Donnie and Nick.
A new bear was ripping grizzlies off the pile with such fury, it stole her breath away. Donnie roared beside her and was yanked to the side. She didn’t understand why he was twisting around until she saw the enormous crocodile with her jaws clamped on his back end, doing a deathroll.
Oh my God. She knew who this was. If Raynah was here…Roxy swung her gaze back to the enraged bear fighting beside Dylan now…that was Garret Hoffman.
He’d come for his brother. Through the front door, two men walked in. One had flames in his glowing eyes, and a fire hovered above his palm as he walked. Fire and lava spewed from his hand to a grizzly that was charging him, and Roxy winced at the blistering heat that burned her skin.
When she opened them, the entire Rabbit Hole was filling with smoke and fire. It stank of death in here, but that wasn’t what drew the nauseous feeling from her gut. It was the vision of that shaky-legged coyote stumbling from the hallway to witness the chaos that was happening.
Crystal.
Something tugged her toward her. Something Roxy couldn’t fathom. Crystal was too close to Dylan and Garret’s battle, and she didn’t understand the danger she was in. It was so clear Crystal was in shock. Roxy bolted for her, ducking and dodging as she went. She barreled into her, driving her backward just as a grizzly charged her. Back, back, they went, and the deafening sound of a crash behind them shook the entire building. The ceiling sounded like it was collapsing.
Stay here. Did Crystal understand?Stay out of the way!
Behind her, the room had gone eerily quiet, and she ran for it, terrified of what she would find.
Dylan? She couldn’t see him. She ran frantically around two felled grizzlies. Dylan?
Through the smoke, she could see two massive figures standing on two legs. The first roared, and the second joined, and every single hair stood up on Roxy’s coat. Her hackles rose, and she couldn’t drag her gaze from the two monstrous bears that sauntered out of the smoke. One swung his gaze to her, but his eyes were teal. Bright, glowing teal. Garret. He made his way toward the others in the Cold Foot Crew, while the other bear—her bear—came to a stop before her.
He was torn to hell, clawed and bitten, bleeding in a steady stream. His face was completely mauled on once side, but…he was still here.
He was okay.
Dylan was still breathing, and she couldn’t say that for the Grit-Bron Crew.
Everyone was down.
The smoke was getting thicker and was probably billowing from the openings in the room. This would be all over the news. How would they explain any of this? The police were probably on their way now.
So much had gone sideways.
“Can you Change back?” the fiery eyed man asked. Wreck Itall? She was in the presence of the phoenix himself. Holy. Shit.
Dylan shook his body hard, like he was ridding himself of water, closed his eyes, and then opened them. Whatever he told Wreck with that look, the Alpha of the Cold Foot Crew told him, “It’s okay.”
