“I can’t touch her,” the alpha says with confidence, with victory.
The Fang moves with the suddenness of a striking snake. His knife sinks deep into the alpha’s stomach and then, with both hands on the handle, he rips up.
The alpha gasps, mouth open, blood exploding out.
“Fine. Die, then.”
He pulls his knife free and turns back to me without even waiting to watch the alpha fall.
I can’t take it anymore. I struggle and finally open my mouth and roar at him, letting all the hate and rage I feel out in a sound that I can’t stop.
Chapter 37
Fate works in mysterious and cruel ways
My roar is followed by the enraged and much more violent roar of something much bigger and more dangerous. Whatever it is hits the metal doors hard enough that they dent. I whip my head in that direction, staring with wide eyes.
Is it the Ravage Wolf?
“What is that?” the Beta’s Fang snaps.
Again and again until the metal buckles and huge black paws grab the edge and tear right through the metal like it’s paper. It’s not the Ravage wolf.
As soon as the betas see that, they panic, screaming. They run in their robes, hoisted up to their waists, revealing skinny legs. Their fear soaks the air, stinging my sensitive nose. The barons and marquess try to maintain control, but, with another roar from the wolf, their fear takes over, sending the betas running.
I turn and smile up at the Beta’s Fang and his stunned and furious expression. “You'd better run now.”
He blinks and looks down at me, and I can see that he’s torn. He wants to take me and knows he doesn’t have time. Will he kill me now and rid himself of his fun? I can almost see him debating that decision, greed and overconfidence wins out, and he takes a step back, his body poised to flee. “I will find you. This isn’t the end.”
I let out a wet chuckle. “Next time I see you, you’re going to die,” I promise.
I track his path, making sure he disappears before I notice something that stuns me into an uneasy silence. The Warden has been left behind. His eyes are in shadow, but I can see him watching what’s coming. They will kill him; the alphas and omegas will rip him to shreds with no mercy.
I should be happy. I should want that desperately.
I don’t.
The Resistance pours into the building, led by the massive and imposing form of the Anarchy wolf. His ears are pinned to the back of his head, and he launches at a pledge with a sword and bites the arm off, spraying the ground with a crimson arc as if to announce his arrival.
Mordecai dances in, moving so fast he’s almost a blur. He’s got long knives in each hand and is spinning and stabbing the pledges who have been forced to stay behind and fight. He is merciless; his hair flows out behind him, and all around him the blood of our enemies floats in the air.
Their eyes burn bright with terror, but they are no match for his violent skill. More people spill in, but I don’t pay attention to them, not until I catch a flash of red.
I turn my head and see him dancing with almost as much grace as Mordecai. He’s smiling, his hair whipping out behind him.
Impossible.
My chest aches, but I can’t look away.
“Jarek,” I whisper his name.
He looks up, meeting my gaze like he’s heard me across the distance.
He’s alive.It’s him. How?
I blink rapidly, and the tears blurring my vision disappear. He’s gone as if he was never there. I twist and turn my head, straining to see him.
“Boo.”
