“Don’t,” Chance said firmly.
That’s when I heard someone in the woods. I began to jog, barely noticing that one leg was dragging a little with each step. The sound was coming from the area to the west side of the house and moving upward through the trees.
My mate.
I dodged branches and stepped over the ferns and bushes in my way as I followed the sound.
The first thing I saw was Thunder racing through the trees at an angle.
Then from across the property, high on the hill, I heard Gary’s voice. He wasn’t shouting, but Thunder must have heard him because he picked up speed.
“Voren!Fass!”
Go. Attack.
I ran to intercept him, and just as I reached the point where I could follow, he leaped like a cat through the darkness and hit what I’d thought was a tree.
The man bellowed in pain as he went down, Thunder’s jaw wrapped around his throat.
“THUNDER,FASS!” Gary shouted. “FASS!”
It was over before the man knew what had happened.
Then all hell broke loose.
I turned and fired as something moved to my left.
Chance was shouting.
Other voices I recognized came from all around me, and I picked my way through them for the voice I was searching for. Men fell one after another. There were so many that I was practically tripping over them.
They filled the forest.
Finally, I stopped.
Moonlight filtered in through the trees, illuminating a long brown braid I would recognize anywhere.
I roared as a large fist wrapped around it and yanked.
Chapter 13
Rosemary
They had the house surrounded.
We hadn’t realized it until we’d made it to the trees, and by then it was too late to turn back. The men in the SUVs had swarmed the yard, and going back that way would’ve been a death sentence.
Erik and Beau led the way, taking down anything that moved. Ambrose watched our backs.
Aunt Halle and I protected the boys, sometimes with our own bodies.
We were immortal. Someone would have to take our heads to end us for good.
The boys were not.
The bullet wound on my hip throbbed. The one in my shoulder sent shooting pain all the way down my arm.
I was pretty sure there was a hole in my cheek, but I refused to touch it with my tongue, afraid of what I would find.
