Crush was quiet for a moment. With a sigh, he asked, “How did he describe them?”
“‘A dangerous fuck-wall. They fuck with you, the wall fucks them back.’” Killian wanted to laugh and cry. He flipped to the next spell. “‘This pierces their armor like a sperm pierces an egg.’”
“Gods,” Crush muttered. “Do these describe the actual spells?”
Killian didn’t have an answer. But ever so faintly, he heard a yell.
“Yes! Thank me later!”
Crush huffed. “Thanks, Hansel.”
The sounds of fighting grew louder as they darted between the trees. Killian gripped Crush with his legs, hurriedly sorting through the spells. The offensive spells went into one pocket, and the defensive ones into another.
As they neared the fight, Killian clutched Crush’s fur more tightly. Was Albert Bleu there? Was he hurting Crush’s pack because they had welcomed Killian with open arms? What if Bleu had already killed someone?
Killian’s stomach clenched.Oh gods, everything is going wrong because of me. They won’t want me back when this is over.
He shoved aside those thoughts. Right now, he had to focus. He had one skill—and that was taking down people with maximum efficiency.
He would do it so Crush’s pack could go home to their families.
Crush slowed down, keeping them hidden behind some large trees. They were near a road leading to the highway; Gavric was out of his dented car, fighting alongside a handful of large wolves. But they were outnumbered by muscular men in sunglasses; two of the wolves were down and bleeding. Still breathing.
Killian was sliding off Crush’s back before he could think. Next to him, Crush shifted back into a human, taking his gun back from Killian.
“You’re not charging out there?” Killian blurted.
Crush shot him a flat look. “I’m not leaving you behind, sweetheart.”
Killian’s heart swelled. “Oh.”
He took aim and fired, taking down an alpha who had a knife against a wolf’s throat. Before their enemies could figure out where the silent shot had come from, Killian fired again.
Crush ducked behind a different tree, his gun steady as he fired. Between them, they mowed down half the henchmen in seconds.
The rest were too close to the wolves for them to shoot safely.
“Use one of the spells,” Crush murmured.
Killian fished out a spell. “Fireball, ten cocks wide?”
Crush moved his jaw soundlessly. “Is that ten cocksthick,or ten cockslong?”
“I don’t fucking know!”
“Just use it. We’ll deal,” Crush said. Then he lowered his voice to a growl. “Pack—incoming. Get ready to dodge.”
None of the wolves gave any indication that they had heard. Killian bit into his finger, slapped the spell sheet over his gun barrel, and activated the runes.
He pulled the trigger.
The bullet looked like any other bullet when it flew out. Then it glowed bright orange, bursting into a large fireball as it neared the fight. The wolves darted away.
“Ten cocks long,” Crush said dryly, shooting down the remaining attackers. “Good to know.”
“That was bigger than ten cocks!”
“I think Hansel just has great expectations.”
