“Is everyone okay?” Ransom calls out once the dust settles.
“All good,” I grin, as I stand up and shake off the debris that covers me.
“Why are you grinning right now?” Trip asks, with a slight smile.
My smile widens, “I love explosions.”
River pulls me under his arm and kisses my head quickly before Ransom pulls me into his arms and kisses me fiercely.
“So fucking hot,” he mutters before stepping back again.
Trip chuckles, “You’re all just as crazy as each other.”
River nods and smiles happily, “Yep. Wait until you meet the rest of us.”
Trip smiles, “Sounds pretty awesome to be fair.”
“Well, at least we haven’t scared you off,” I say, somewhat relieved.
“About what just happened,” Trip starts, worry in his gaze.
Ransom shakes his head and starts to walk past him, but pauses, clasping him on the shoulder as he does.
“I didn’t see a fucking thing, did you guys?” He asks us.
“Nope,” River grins at Trip’s shocked expression.
I shrug, “I mean, I saw a pretty explosion, but that’s it.”
“Thank you,” he says quietly.
Ransom’s expression turns deadly, “Let’s go find some more fuckers to kill.”
We don’t waste any more time as we head toward the sounds of fighting, clearing rooms, and securing people as we go.
We can’t kill them all.
Fortunately, Trip seems to understand that, and despite the torment that these fuckers have no doubt put him through, he shows a massive amount of restraint, as he secures them like we are, and doesn’t kill them.
He fights like a machine. With skill and accuracy that is incredibly impressive.
Ransom
The need for more bloodshed is searing through me as we finally make our way to the main part of the house. We’ve cleared all the rooms that we have come across, and we didn’t find that many people. As we step through the doors into what must be the arena where they sell the wolves, and other supernaturals, it’s clear why we didn’t come across that many.
They’re all in here.
There are bodies strewn across the floor, either secured or dead, and the fighting is still going strong. I don’t wait, I dive straight in. This is what I do. This is what I live for, and this is what feeds that dark, feral part of me.
I fucking love it.
Moving through the crowded room, my gaze immediately hones in on my family.
The members who are in here at least.
Within a fraction of a second, I’ve categorized any injuries that they have and if they need help.
Other than a few superficial injuries, they are all fine and faring incredibly well, as is expected.
