In a flash, Bleu unholstered his gun, pointing it at Crush.
Killian’s heart stopped. He wanted to step in; he wanted to shoot that gun out of Bleu’s hands. But his own hands were trembling; he couldn’t aim for shit right now.
But there was something that didn’t need a good aim.
Killian yanked out the clear plastic pouch containing Bleu’s tracking device. He placed it on a small flat rock, and swung down the butt of his gun.
Smash!
The device shattered. Energy exploded from it, prickling Killian’s skin
Bleu’s gaze snapped in his direction. Then he smiled, wide and gleeful. Killian recoiled from the sickness in his eyes.
Crush raised his gun and fired. But Bleu saw the movement, pulling his own trigger. The gunshot cracked deafeningly through the air.
Everything was happening too quickly. Had Crush been shot?
There was no time for Killian to get an answer. The wolves struck as a unit, lunging at Bleu. He tried to fire at them. A wolf bit into his wrist and wrenched it away. Two other wolves sank their fangs into his legs.
Crush got slowly to his feet, his gaze burning. “You will regret the day you laid even a finger on Killian.”
Bleu scoffed. “You’re just some scraggly mongrels yapping at me.”
He produced a spellsheet of his own. Then he blasted the wolves off him, sending them sprawling across the parking lot.
Killian swore quietly. This was bad. Bleu had spells; no one knew how powerful they were.
But he still had the element of surprise.
Killian fumbled for one of Uriel’s spells, activating it against his gun barrel. Then he pointed it in Bleu’s direction and pulled the trigger. “Nutsack broke. Balls on fire.”
Right before it hit him, the bullet split into several small fireballs. Crush and his brothers dodged them.
Bleu twisted away; two of the fireballs hit him anyway, in his arm and shoulder. The alpha roared in outrage. “How dare you? Youthink you’re so smart, escaping from me. But I’ve found you. I will always find you.”
Killian shuddered. “You couldn’t find me for years! You think you’re so powerful, but you’re not.”
Bleu’s eyes bulged. “Just because I was in jail, doesn’t mean I was helpless. I was just biding my time.”
The alpha walked closer. Killian held his breath, hoping like hell that Uriel’s barrier spells were enough.
Behind Bleu, Crush shifted into a large gray wolf. His footfalls were silent as he gained on the man. With a roar, Crush leaped onto the alpha, furry paws slamming him against the parking lot asphalt.
Immediately, Bleu turned his gun on Crush, pulling the trigger.
Killian’s stomach clenched. Crush barely jerked away in time. The bullet cut a line across Crush’s scarred face and left a trail of blood.
“That’s too close,” Killian whimpered.
“You won’t hurt him again,” Crush snarled.
Bleu tried to shoot him again. This time, Crush bit into Bleu’s forearm and jerked his head back, ripping muscle into shreds. Bleu screamed.
“How do you like that?” Crush growled, blood dripping from his teeth. “Being a plaything?”
Bleu yanked out a gun with his other hand. Crush bit into his bicep and ripped the muscle off his bone. Bleu screamed again, both arms flopping uselessly.
“I would end you immediately, but that’s too kind for someone like you,” Crush seethed.
