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We jumped out of the jet.
With a parachute.
“Why didn’t we take an escape pod?” I ask on the heels of my other question.
“It was malfunctioning, probably from Hel’s storm,” he mutters, slicing through the last of the cords with a knife before ripping off his goggles. Then he points at a glowing fire in the distance. “And we just crashed into Exiled Sector. Specifically, Venom Island.”
Chapter 8
Enrique
This is a fucking nightmare.
Of all the places to crash a plane, it has to be here—in fucking Exiled Sector. I know very little about the islands in this area, just that all of supernatural kind sends their feral and uncontrollable Alphas here to govern themselves.
I felt the barrier on the way in, the hum of electricity that keeps the rabid Alphas from escaping these islands.
Each one is different, supernaturals picking and choosing how they cage their inhabitants.
I can only hope that the barrier I felt ripple across my skin will allow Caja and me to leave.
Assuming we can even find a way off this godforsaken island.
I run my hand down my face, my legs tight from our abrupt landing. Fortunately, my wolfish genetics are already kicking in to help me heal.
It’s been a long time since I used a parachute. And it was only supposed to be me jumping out of the jet—after I placed it on a self-piloted course for Venom Island.
My original plan was to crash the jet as a distraction so I could land safely on the opposite side of the island, find Caja’sescape pod, then locate a place for us to hide while we waited for help.
But the final escape pod jammed, thus changing the plan to me jumping out of the jet with Caja in my arms.
The slight delay placed us a lot closer to the crash site than I originally anticipated.
Caja is still staring at it with wide eyes, utterly oblivious to the dangers waiting for her here.
She’s an Omega on the verge of her first heat—a heat I only began to sense right as that lightning bolt hit—and stranded on an island full of feral Alphas.
This is about to go really fucking wrong, really fucking fast.
I check my watch.No signal.
Of course there’s no fucking signal.
We’re cut off from everyone here.
Our only saving grace is that Ander will soon realize we never made it to Nova Sector. Then, hopefully, he’ll activate his tracking system on the jet and the pods and send a rescue team after us.
If his team can cross that barrier, anyway, I think, frowning. Ander’s wolves won’t be able to come get us if that magical barricade functions as a one-way entry system. This place is meant to keep the inhabitants inside of it—for good.
But maybe there’s a backdoor method I don’t know about.
I’ve never been a Sector Alpha, so I don’t know the nuances of this place. I just know I’ve never wanted to come here.
Well, too late for that. Because we’re fucking here now. And…
“We need to run,” I tell Caja. “Take off your clothes and shift.” Because she will very likely need her teeth and claws.
Her dark eyes blink away from the distant flames to look at me. “Shift?”
