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Where the fuck had that come from?
The noise was horrific, additional gunshots fired. We couldn’t seem to get there fast enough.
When we cleared the last line of defense before facing our enemy, we realized instantly our assumptions had been wrong.
The humans weren’t attempting to kill the wolves. They were attempting to protect themselves. A family. A goddamn family, a single man protecting a woman and two children while four gray wolves surrounded them, saliva dripping from their muzzles.
Our approach was cautious.
“Get them inside,” the man was saying to the woman.
She was paralyzed, holding a small child in her arms, another clinging to her leg. “I can’t move. They’ll kill us.”
They were at least twenty yards from the front door of the cabin. The woman was right.
She’d never make it alive.
It was as if a barrier was crossed when we closed the distance. I was revolted by what was happening. The wolves were shifters, just like we’d become. But they were different. I could sense their thoughts.
Pure evil.
We knew what we needed to do. Protect and kill.
There was no other choice.
Lunging forward, I threw myself into the air, landing on the smaller gray wolf, instantly driving my sharp canines into his neck.
He howled, fighting me with everything he had. Blood was everywhere, the other wolves immediately attacking. The fight was vicious. Bones breaking. Organs exposed.
The rogue wolves weren’t strong enough, both Apollo and Kai attacking violently.
High-pitched screams cut through the thick air, as the woman and children rushed to safety. Not that I should give a damn. With a single snap of my teeth, I ripped out the wolf’s throat,immediately turning to another who’d driven the human to the ground, blood dripping from my jowls.
He was fighting valiantly, struggling to use the weapon to ward off the wolf. He was no match for the strong beast, made even stronger by the change in his molecular structure.
The wolf sensed my approach, leaving the man and pitching himself into the air. We fought, snapping and snarling, teeth bared and slashes of our claws.
Snarling, the rogue beast raked his claws down my chest, creating a nasty wound. As blood seeped through, I’d had enough. With my canines fully exposed, I grabbed him by the back of the neck, tossing the wolf in the air then pitching him against a tree.
The solid thud echoed, but I wasn’t finished, leaping over his broken body and ripping his flesh to shreds.
Seconds later, there was little more than the sound of the humans whimpering.
My mouth full of blood and fur, I turned my head toward Apollo and Kai.
The four wolves were dead, but I’d seen in their minds that there were others just like what we’d become.
And they were even more dangerous.
CHAPTER 11
Savannah
The building shook. Glass shattered as vials were pushed against others.
Papers flew.
Another rumble, the deep vibrations penetrating my feet and legs.
