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My lovers.
My wolves.
My mates.
CHAPTER 23
Kai
Paralyzing panic.
When we shifted and the scientists on the outside of the glass cage noticed we were no longer men, but beasts that could easily crush their skulls with a single swipe of our claws, that’s what they felt.
They didn’t react. Frozen like statues.
Their eyes like saucers.
Their mouths hanging open.
The scent of their terror was delicious.
Without hesitation, we lunged toward the glass together. Luck was on our side. The bastards had forgotten to electrify the cage. Not that doing so would have prevented us from breaking free.
Suddenly, the lights went out, leaving darkness, yet I could see everything clearly.
The beeping sounds of an alarm sounded off throughout the building and an emergency backup system turned on. Red lights flashed from fixtures near the ceiling.
“The backup system,” Savannah called. “We need to get out of here.”
Gunshots.
Other beasts were attacking, trying to escape. I could feel their pain. So could Savannah. She moaned behind me, even issuing a single sob.
The panic finally shifted into controlled chaos. Yet the remaining scientists had no clue what the hell to do. Finally, they tried to run, to escape the melee themselves.
That wasn’t going to happen.
They didn’t deserve to live.
Apollo and Roman attacked, lunging over the console while the men screamed. Snarls and growls permeated the room as the scientists were ripped apart.
I turned toward Savannah. She’d managed to climb through the shattered glass, taking deep breaths as she scanned the laboratory. She peered at me and I sensed every emotion she was going through. Fear. Anger. Worry.
Love.
I felt something that I barely understood, but had felt growing within. An emotion that wolves didn’t have and didn’t want.
Yet within her, the feeling was growing stronger.
“Look out!” she screamed, the sound ripped with terror.
Soldiers had entered the room, their weapons raised. One got off a shot before I could react, the bullet striking me in the shoulder. It didn’t affect me whatsoever. I raced forward, pitching myself into the air, toppling him to the floor. As soon as he was down, I backed away, pawing the floor.
Roman tackled the second guard, the sounds of screaming and thrashing filling the room, but I only had eyes for the bastard who’d stuck Roman with the cattle prod.
And who’d been the one to leer at our mate.
The flashing red lights and the utter chaos couldn’t hide his terror. I stalked him as he tried to back away, tripping over a chair, falling to the floor.
