Not when there was an omega on the line.
“Ozias!”I shouted.
He wasn’t an ally to us, but he wasn’t an ally to Holden, either.
Please.“Fuck!”I threw off the alpha gripping my neck. I landed a punch on another but then backed up, needing my fists free. There were too many, I couldn’t get a kill in.
Just a few feet from the bars of the cage, I could see a metal rod—it looked like it had broken off one of the viewing chairs, but it was out of reach, even if I did have a moment to reach for it.
Phantom and Vandle were together, and I was keeping as many busy as I could.
We wouldn’t make it through.
One of the alphas that had been facing me turned to the others.
No.
I lunged at them, knowing I was losing the small advantage I had in being backed up against the bars.
It didn’t matter; Phantom was trying to protect himself and Vandle, and they couldn’t handle another.
I got my arms around his neck before the others reached me.
They didn’t have weapons, which was the only reason we weren’t dead yet. It just meant if we did die, it wasn’t likely to be fast. I felt teeth sink into my neck from the alpha behind me, ferality creeping into the brawl as it dragged on. I slammed my head back, losing my grip on the one I’d been stopping from reaching Phantom.
A blow came out of nowhere, and I was sprawling on the ground.
Fuck.
I pushed myself up, glancing up to get my bearings. One, two, three alphas were closing in. Maybe more, but there wasn’t?—
My thoughts cut off as one of the alphas nearest me jolted oddly back. It took me a split second to realize there was a fist in his hair from through the bars. By the time I did, a flash of silver was crossing his throat and a spill of blood cascaded down his neck.
The alpha collapsed, and I wasn’t the only one taken aback by it, which gave me a second of reprieve.
I was staring up into Ozias’s silver eyes.
Before anyone could move, Ozias placed the blade, and the thick metal pipe on the stone floor of the cage, and slid them to me.
I grabbed them, using the bar to push myself up, and easily slammed it into the eye socket of the first alpha who’d made for me, fresh energy spearing my veins.
“Don’t get me in shit, Karma,” I heard him say, as he backed up. “Better kill themall.”
With the weapons, everything changed. I used the metal rod to smash the brains out of the first alpha who tried to lunge for me, and at some point, I’d managed to pass the knife to Phantom.
It wasn’t long before it was finally over.
I slumped against the stone amidst the dying alphas of the Wakefield pack.
We were still locked in.
The others were alive, and Phantom hauled Vandle over so he was next to me.
But I couldn’t look at him.
“Karma…” His voice was weak, like he knew what was happening.
My side of the bond was open, and I couldn’t hold it down. I couldn’t hold onto… anything.
