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There are too many of them, and they knew I was coming. This was a cleverly thought-out plan, one that even I failed to see through.
Rage like never before burns through me as I cut them down with no mercy. I have a few cuts and I managed to dodge the bullets, but it doesn’t matter; I welcome the pain willingly, using it to fuel my vengeance as I cut through another man who falls as if he was nothing more than a block of butter.
“You’ve been a thorn in our side for far too long, but we finally caught up to you and your precious little girlfriend.”
One of the men snarls as he lunges at me.
There was something in the air that was so faint we didn’t even pick up on it, layered in with the dust that’s what has slowed me down.
They’ve gotten fucking smarter.
Their aim to get rid of us is clearer than ever.
Wanting us dead was their life goal.
“First you, then her!”
he grunts.
“Touch her and you will fucking die.”
I snarl, my eyes blazing and grabbing him by the head, I snap his neck as I throw his body to the ground. The sound of footsteps running up the steps makes my heart skip a beat.
Valerie!
‘A couple have gone up! I’m coming, hold on baby girl,’ I say through the mind- link, trying not to let any fear that I feel into my voice as I kick another man off me, shooting him through the forehead before I run past them.
I’ve never felt fear as I do when it comes to her, proof that even the strongest of men will face fear. This is what it feels like to have someone you care for being in danger.
I’m almost at the stairs when another two block me. Something hits the back of my head, sending blinding pain through my vision, as it feels like my head is about to explode.
Only I’ve fought through such pain all my fucking life. I spin around, the thirst for blood only growing. But I’m not expecting a werewolf.
One of us… with them?
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“It’s been a while, Toussaint.”
The voice is familiar even if he is masked, but his identity does not matter right now.
“So you betray your own kind?”
I snarl as I shove him back, only for him to block and lash out at me. I don’t block, wanting to get close to him. I can’t feel anything much at that moment. The only thing I can feel is the powerful thirst to kill, to destroy every fucking thing.
“We were betrayed anyway by our own!”
he snarls as I kick him, my foot connecting with his jaw. Just as someone shoots me from behind.
I don’t have any fucking time to care for traitors. I raise my gun and pull the trigger right through the fucking brain just as I dodge another hit to the head. Blood is already dripping from me and I won’t beable to keep going for long. I need to end things quickly.
My girl needs me. I’ll see your fucking face later.
I rush up the stairs, shoot two more men at point-blank range, and throw them against the wall, my heart racing when I hear the struggle from the room. I have never run faster, reaching the door quickly.
But I’m a few moments too fucking late. The sound of gunshots rings in my head just as I grab the man who fired, not missing the injury to his neck.
An inferno of rage blazes through me, and I see red.
I snap his head, my heart pounding against my ribcage as I turn to look for her. When I see her standing there, her eyes lit with a fire I have only seen once beforeon that battlefield.
Her breasts rising and falling heavily. There’s a man knocked out cold on the ground, and I grab the gun from the man I just killed and shoot the unconscious one in the head, making sure he’s dead.
My eyes rake over her, making sure she’s not hurt, and my stomach twists when I see the blood seeping from her ankle. I close the gap between us, pulling her into my arms. “Baby girl…”
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My heart is pounding violently against my ribcage as I hold her tightly.
Fuck, she’s safe.
I press my face into her hair, trying to calm myself. She could have fucking died.
“I’m ok…”
she breathes, “but you’re not!”
I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of her hair, the mix of her natural scents and her shampoo calming the blood thirst.
“We need to get out of here. We have to move her, regardless.”
I say, moving back and glancing at Ada. Her heartbeat is stronger.
Looking at the dead bodies on the floor, I step back. I’m going to have to burn this place down, there are far too many dead bodies.
“She’s still weak,”
Valerie says.
Adriana looks over at Valerie. “We do need to leave. Thank you for what you’ve done so far. How is she?”
she asks as she leans against the wall, trying to keep her balance.
Valerie turns to the bed, gently tugging free from my hold, trying not to stumble as she moves away from me; something I didn’t want her to do. She looks down at the woman, lifting the shirt she’s placed over her chest. “She’s healing.”
She says with relief, “I think it might just be safe to move her.”
“If they’ve not done something to the car, I think it’s safer to just walk to where I’ve parked the truck,”
I say, glad I had still been careful about that, although there might be a chance they know what my truck looks like by now…
Crouching down before her looking at her leg, I couldn’t protect her… The bullet shot right through, which means at least nothing remains inside, but it’s damaged her leg, and torn through muscles and tendons. I grab one of the shirts I had brought in earlier and bandage up her leg for her, caressing the back of her calf.
I look up at her, trying to mask the guilt I feel.
“I’m ok.”
She smiles at me, seeing right through my cold front, brushing her finger along one of my cuts, but I move back and stand up.
“You’re pretty good with these things…”
I say as I remove the scalpel and scissors she had used against the attackers.
“I’m a doctor when it comes to my patients… I’m not one to mess with.”
Shesmiles faintly as she quickly begins gathering her things.
She’s not fucking wrong, the look in her eyes when I had entered, that fierceness. She’s not a fighter, she’s a protector and I realise what the difference is.
She cared for others and was ready to protect and stand before them no matter what, but when it came to herself; she became careless.
“Come on, baby girl, let’s get out of here fast.”
“Do you think there’s more?”
she asks quietly as I scan the room, but I know she doesn’t mean inside the house.
“I don’t know.”
I leave the room, needing to cover our tracks the best I can. I try to contact Damien, but there’s no response. Frowning, I stop before the werewolf and pull off his mask.
One of the squad captains from the Sable…
What did they have that made you do this? Or did you simply have no honour, to begin with? How many others will or have betrayed us?
Questions that I have no answers to.
Gathering the bodies, I search them all, taking anything I can find. It’s obvious they didn’t carry any form of identity on them, but a picture of their face was enough.
I find some oil in the basement, splashing it across all the rooms and spreading it over the walls, making sure to leave space for all of us to make our way downstairs without touching the gasoline.
I scan the rooms, making sure that I’ve gathered all the bodies, removing the weapons and piling them on top of the pile of bodies in the hallway.
The stench of blood fills the air, a dark reminder of the bloodbath that had occurred. Even the walls and floors are marred with blood, if it was up to me, I’d have preferred to clean all traces of this up but there is no time.
Every minute spent here risks us. I douse the bodies with gasoline, and soon the smell overpowers the smell of blood as I head back upstairs.
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