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understood Amalie’s need to exorcise this particular demon, so he hung back for the time being, ready to step in the second she needed him.
The other man shifted then, turning into a small silver wolf. He was fast, and streaked by so quickly, it was a blur. He was headed straight into the fray, snarling as it descended upon Amalie from behind.
Billy sprang from his spot to land on the smaller wolf, pinning it to the ground and sinking his teeth into the animal’s thick shoulder muscle.
The silver wolf howled in pain, but Billy didn't let go. Not until he heard the crack of bone. The animal whimpered and scrambled to its feet, its speed no less impressive as it ran off into the night.
Billy considered following, but he couldn't leave Amalie here until Mikhail was defeated. In any case, that wolf was incapacitated for the rest of the evening at the very least. One down.
Mikhail and Amalie continued to fight as a giant, tawny wolf came barreling from the woods, lunging toward Billy, all teeth and blood red gums. He might have been a threat, except he was as slow as he was big, and with one slash of teeth to his throat, he was on the ground in a heap.
Mikhail let out a howl that was cut short as Amalie closed her teeth over his jugular. Elation soared through Billy in a rush.
They were winning. So far, none of the wolves had even gotten close to entering the house, and they were dropping like flies.
Amalie sent him a mental warning and he wheeled around just in time to see another rounding the corner.
Even at first glance, this one was pathetic. In fact, aside from Mikhail, none of the wolves were as strong as he’d have expected. Why would the Kotke send these weak-ass, mangy animals to take point on this attack? Surely their alpha would know that any one of the Pray wolves would be able to dispatch this riffraff with little trouble.
He was in the midst of doing just that with his most recent attacker when another came, equally as scrawny. And then it hit him, sending his heart dropping to his stomach like a stone.
This wasn't the attack at all, these poorly trained, subpar wolves coming one at a time. This was the diversion. They'd sent the B team to fight this battle because the A-team was busy trying to win the war.
And the war was Amber.
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W HEN THE GLASS of the French doors shattered, she barely flinched. Something had told her it would come to this. Instinct, or a premonition of some sort. Whatever it was, she’d known she wouldn’t be just a pawn in this fight.
She would be a soldier.
She leapt up from the chair she’d been sitting in, pistol in hand, right as Chandra reached for her.
“Panic room, now,” Chandra shouted, moss green eyes lit with urgency.
The woman yanked her down the hallway toward the room as the glass continued to shatter in the great room followed by the thump of paws and scrabble of nails on hardwood. By the time they reached the massive steel door, Amber’s heart felt like it was going to explode.
Did the breach mean the rest of the Pray pack had fallen? Dear god, what if Billy was dead? What if he was injured and needed her help?
“Are they okay? Can you hear their thoughts?” she asked, heart in her throat.
“They shut me out the second they left. They didn’t want me to hear something that scared me, knowing I’d come running. Now come on,” Chandra shouted, releasing Amber’s arm to shove the door open.
The decision was made on a dime, but, just like her choice to stay with Billy, she felt the rightness of it all the way down to her bones.
She blocked out the noise behind her and leveled the pistol at Chandra.
“Get in.”
Chandra’s eyes narrowed and she took a step toward her. “What the hell are you doing?” Chandra hissed. “We have no time to—”
“Exactly. So every second you argue with me is another wasted. I need to go. That’s non-negotiable. If you come with me, and something happens to you…” she trailed off, overwhelmed with
The other man shifted then, turning into a small silver wolf. He was fast, and streaked by so quickly, it was a blur. He was headed straight into the fray, snarling as it descended upon Amalie from behind.
Billy sprang from his spot to land on the smaller wolf, pinning it to the ground and sinking his teeth into the animal’s thick shoulder muscle.
The silver wolf howled in pain, but Billy didn't let go. Not until he heard the crack of bone. The animal whimpered and scrambled to its feet, its speed no less impressive as it ran off into the night.
Billy considered following, but he couldn't leave Amalie here until Mikhail was defeated. In any case, that wolf was incapacitated for the rest of the evening at the very least. One down.
Mikhail and Amalie continued to fight as a giant, tawny wolf came barreling from the woods, lunging toward Billy, all teeth and blood red gums. He might have been a threat, except he was as slow as he was big, and with one slash of teeth to his throat, he was on the ground in a heap.
Mikhail let out a howl that was cut short as Amalie closed her teeth over his jugular. Elation soared through Billy in a rush.
They were winning. So far, none of the wolves had even gotten close to entering the house, and they were dropping like flies.
Amalie sent him a mental warning and he wheeled around just in time to see another rounding the corner.
Even at first glance, this one was pathetic. In fact, aside from Mikhail, none of the wolves were as strong as he’d have expected. Why would the Kotke send these weak-ass, mangy animals to take point on this attack? Surely their alpha would know that any one of the Pray wolves would be able to dispatch this riffraff with little trouble.
He was in the midst of doing just that with his most recent attacker when another came, equally as scrawny. And then it hit him, sending his heart dropping to his stomach like a stone.
This wasn't the attack at all, these poorly trained, subpar wolves coming one at a time. This was the diversion. They'd sent the B team to fight this battle because the A-team was busy trying to win the war.
And the war was Amber.
----
W HEN THE GLASS of the French doors shattered, she barely flinched. Something had told her it would come to this. Instinct, or a premonition of some sort. Whatever it was, she’d known she wouldn’t be just a pawn in this fight.
She would be a soldier.
She leapt up from the chair she’d been sitting in, pistol in hand, right as Chandra reached for her.
“Panic room, now,” Chandra shouted, moss green eyes lit with urgency.
The woman yanked her down the hallway toward the room as the glass continued to shatter in the great room followed by the thump of paws and scrabble of nails on hardwood. By the time they reached the massive steel door, Amber’s heart felt like it was going to explode.
Did the breach mean the rest of the Pray pack had fallen? Dear god, what if Billy was dead? What if he was injured and needed her help?
“Are they okay? Can you hear their thoughts?” she asked, heart in her throat.
“They shut me out the second they left. They didn’t want me to hear something that scared me, knowing I’d come running. Now come on,” Chandra shouted, releasing Amber’s arm to shove the door open.
The decision was made on a dime, but, just like her choice to stay with Billy, she felt the rightness of it all the way down to her bones.
She blocked out the noise behind her and leveled the pistol at Chandra.
“Get in.”
Chandra’s eyes narrowed and she took a step toward her. “What the hell are you doing?” Chandra hissed. “We have no time to—”
“Exactly. So every second you argue with me is another wasted. I need to go. That’s non-negotiable. If you come with me, and something happens to you…” she trailed off, overwhelmed with
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