Page 11 of Never Tamed
“What the fuck—” I manage to say.
Then it explodes.
BOOM.
The earth itself screams. The entire church shudders, sending dust raining from the ceiling. I blink against it and duck down, half protecting Noble. The lights flicker.
Another shockwave sends the floor joists upward, wood screaming and buckling. I spin toward the sound and tighten my hold on Noble to help him stay on his feet.
The second crash is closer this time. Screams rise in the wake of tires screeching. Then the stench of burned rubber and oil slaps me in the face.
My gut drops.
Something’s fucking wrong. If Andras sent in reinforcements, then we’re as good as dead.
“Come on.”
“Little hard with a broken leg,” Noble grumbles.
We heal faster than humans, but there's no rushing that kind of injury. The bone has to knit back together.
Slowly, we maneuver over fallen columns and rumbled plaster. When we make it to the sanctuary, we freeze. An SUV sits half on the altar, half hanging through the wall. Someone drove it through the building like a battering ram. The large multicolored stained glass window is nothing but a pile of trash on the floor.
What the fuck?
Bricks and plaster shower from the ceiling, and under the tires and toppled wall are the crushed bodies of men, women, and wolves, all from Andras’s pack.
Something cold lodges in my heart.
The car’s windshield is shattered, the airbag blown, and smoke billows from the engine. In the driver’s seat is Dax.
Blood streaks his forehead. Glass glitters in his beard. Even in his human form, his eyes are wild, feral, and locked on us.
Fucking Dax.
Reckless. Insane. And somehow a genius. With his one stunt, he took out most of Andras’s remaining wolves, and now we have a getaway car.
This is how we’re going to get out of here alive.
Noble’s thoughts are a jumble of fierce pride and utter loathing, at himself and at Dax. I catch flashes of them before my instincts take over. That’s my beta behind the steering wheel with a piece of glass buried in his forehead.
He catches my eye and leans up through the hole in the windshield.
“Get the fuck in!” he shouts, waving us over frantically.
Noble stumbles, breathing hard. “I guess that’s our ride.”
“Apparently.”
I all but drag him down the aisle. The SUV’s front left tire is tilted at an unnatural angle, suspension hissing. The crucifix above the altar swings ominously with its chains screeching as the beam groans.
Dax pounds the horn, then winces, clutching his ribs. “MOVE YOUR ASSES!”
A streak of gold passes us in a blur and Torin barrels forward like a bullet with Ren cradled against his chest. One arm falls limp to his side, blood soaking her shirt, her neck…fuck.
My chest lurches and my heart stalls. “Ren—”
The sight of Torin with our mate, his expression raw and blazing, sets fire to every instinct I have. Noble grips my arm tighter as we reach the SUV.
