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the door or hood to start
searching. In an unsurprising move, the full-bloods went into
frenzy and tore the car apart. The wolf who’d spoken to Hawke stood
away from the others watching Hawke with a smirk.
    Asia rotated her neck and then her arms.
Granira looked at her with a concerned gaze. “How well do you ride
motorcycles?” Asia asked, causing a few of the full-bloods to stop
mid-destruction and look at her.
    Granira’s face lit with understanding. “Quite
well, thank you.” The male who’d been smiling at Hawke frowned as
Hawke bulked to his hybrid and attacked. He picked up two
full-bloods and slammed them together like cymbals. The sound of
breaking bones filled the air as he ripped off their heads and
through them at the Beta’s feet. The man jumped back in surprise
and shifted.
    Asia bulked and stood in front of Niall and
Granira, sending a message to their rivals. A few full-bloods
thought she’d be easier than Hawke and ran at her. Before they
could blink, she pulled out her sword and the whistle from her
swing was followed by the sound of three heads hitting the ground.
Some shifted and sprung forward. Asia used her sword with precision
to decapitate the beasts. She jumped up to avoid a wolf and kicked
him beneath his jaw, sending him flying and impaling on a jagged
piece of metal on the car. Hawke’s lethal claws cut through flesh
and bone, separating heads from bodies.
    “Pull back!” the beta who’d spoken to Hawke
yelled to the remaining full-bloods. Asia dropped-kicked a four
legged beast so hard he hit a tree and broke his neck.
    “Bluebirds or Hybrid or other?” Chest
heaving, Asia asked.
    “I’m not sure, but that was a nice
appetizer. They left plenty of bikes to choose from. Nice of
them .” Hawke said as the remaining full-bloods took off on
their cycles and parked a short distance down the road. “ Should
we take the bikes or wait a few minutes for the main
course .”
    “Let’s wait. Whatever he sends, Lancaster
is somewhere watching. Asshole’s probably recording a marketing
video. It’d be nice to disable the cameras first. Any ideas?” Asia asked.
    “Hybrids, heads off. Bluebirds,
heads off. If there is something new? Heads off.”
    “Your consistency is sexy .” She hefted
her sword, rested it by her side and settled into her mental quiet
spot in preparation.
    “Niall just asked why we were waiting. If
he pisses in his pants, it’s because of the answer I gave him. It
was pretty graphic. I told him to stay out of the
way .”
    “Good. I don’t think you need to worry
about Granira, she’s tough .” Tingles raced down Asia’s back.
“ Incoming .” She jumped, twisted in the air and swung, her
sword cut through the cords of the hybrid’s neck, sending it flying
toward the road while the remainder of the body fell in front of
Niall and Granira. Asia turned to attack the next hybrid and
noticed the older woman held Niall close covering his
mouth.
    The bloody fight took longer than Asia
anticipated. The Liege had made some improvements to the hybrids,
their movements weren’t as predictable as before. Her fist no
longer penetrated their eye sockets with ease. Hawke cut through
the hybrids without bulking to his super size or using his sword.
Instead, he ripped off heads or sliced them with his razor sharp
nails. Breathing hard, she looked around at the pile of bodies
littered around the wrecked car.
    “Who’s that ?” she asked Hawke. Across
the street a full-blood sat on a motorcycle watching them. He wore
sunglasses and remained cool while surveying the
carnage.
    Hawke looked at the guy and shrugged. “ A
full-blood. Probably Lancaster’s eyes and ears for this
bullshit.” Hawke picked up a bike sat on it and then got off.
He glanced over his shoulder at the young wolf, grabbed the bike
and threw it. The full-blood jumped out of the way with lightening
reflexes and laughed as the bike slammed into a tree on the other
side of the road. He looked at the

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