If I move, that fucker will shoot, and the first person he’ll get is my beloved human.
I let out a thunderous roar, but my heart is pounding. Deep down, I know I’m no match for guns and bullets.
How the fuck are we going to get out of this alive?
And then Jax shouts from the other side of the room. Even though the remaining soldiers now have their guns trained on him, he’s clearly unafraid.
“Take her. Get the fuck out of here!” he shouts.
His green eyes blaze brighter than I’ve ever seen, and he’s growing in stature. He seems to be bristling all over, and a glowing light surrounds him, like an aura.
He roars again, “GO!”
With Clem in my arms, I stride toward the door, casting a glance behind me as we exit.
Jax is nowhere to be seen.
Instead, a huge silver wolf is rounding up the five guys like sheep into a corner of the room.
Holy fucking gods of the Labyrinth.
Jax has shifted to save his sister.
I have no time to think further. I turn and bound toward the truck with Clem swaddled in my arms. I open the door and, as gently as possible, lay her onto the passenger seat.
“We can’t leave Jax behind,” she sobs.
Gods damn it, she’s right. I need to help him, but how can I leave Clem on her own in the truck? Any moment, more armed soldiers could appear from those squat ugly buildings.
I look all around. The area is remarkably quiet, the road eerily empty. There’s no sign of other reinforcements. Yet.
“Lie down,” I order. “Lock the doors. I’ll be back in a minute.”
By sheer luck, there are ropes coiled up in the back of the truck. I grab them.
When I bound back inside, Jax has the group of soldiers still cornered. The fucking bastard who posed as Jax, certainly doesn’t look powerful now, groveling on the ground, hands over his head. They’re all crying out for mercy. I take the thick ropes and tie them together, so tightly it will take hours for them to escape.
“We need to go,” I say urgently to wolf-Jax.
He turns and starts to pad toward me on big paws, but then he lets out a low whine, as if in pain, and his limbs start to jerk as if he’s been hit by a tranquilizer pellet.
Suddenly he collapses on the ground at my feet.
Fuck, did a bullet hit him? I didn’t hear a shot, but…
Shit, shit, shit.
“What have you bastards done to him?” I shout at the huddled group.
None of them answer, their faces frozen in abject shock. Except blond guy. He is huddled on the ground, weeping like a baby.
I resist the urge to gore him with my tusks for what he did to my mate.
But that won’t help wolf Jax, out cold at my feet.
I think fast.
I have only one choice. And that’s to drag Jax’s inert form back to the truck, and somehow get him and Clem down to theLabyrinth without being shot at from the towers that surround the portals. Hopefully Traggar will know how to help him.
