Zayn
It was taking everything in me not to shift and rip all those fuckers to shreds. They did have guns, though, and even with the three of us wolves, we'd be no match against that much firepower.
As soon as they opened a box and started pulling out collars with chains, I felt myself slipping away into the darkness, though. My wolf aimed to protect those that I loved, no matter the cost. If that meant taking a rain of bullets to give Sullivan, Kingston, and Wren the upper hand, so be it.
I had lived a good life over the last few years. It was a life I wouldn't have had otherwise if I'd never left my own family behind. Would I have liked more time with my new family? Sure. But if dying meant they could live out the rest of their lives happy with each other, I'd sacrifice my own life in an instant.
But I did wonder if in the afterlife I'd have unlimited ice cream.
A wet nose nuzzled my hand, and I looked down at Sullivan, who shook his head as if he could hear my thoughts. He barely knew me, yet he could read me so well. The moment of distraction was enough to stop my grand plans of sacrifice, and I took a calming breath.
"Are you all right over there?" one of the men in a suit asked, concern etching his forehead.
Who the hell were these three guys? The one that spoke to me looked like he could be some kind of politician; the one that had answered the phone looked uncomfortable and kept pulling on his tie to loosen it; and the one with the blue eyes had a permanent scowl on his face, similar to the one Kingston wore when he chastised me for filling up the diner's freezer with ice cream that was on sale.
"I'm fine," I bit out as one of Marcos's men cametoward me with a metal collar that had a chain attached and handcuffs.
"I think this is a bit overkill. Don't you think? We're here for my sister." Kingston's eyes darted around, assessing the situation. Or maybe he was looking for Wren. Where was she, anyway? "Perhaps-"
Before he could finish, all six of Marcos's men descended on the three of us. Sullivan let them chain him without a struggle, which was wise considering he was trying to hide the fact that he had a dick.
I swung and connected with one of the guys’ jaws, sending him falling to the hard cement. The temptation to shift was stronger than it had ever been, but I needed to keep my wits about me. The coalition and Apollo could forgive me for killing two men, but revealing our kind to so many humans would seal my fate.
I was tackled to the ground and my hands were cuffed together before the collar was snapped around my neck. "You motherfuckers! As soon as I get out of these chains, I'm going to rip your throats out and-"
"Zayn. Calm down." Kingston sounded so defeated that I inadvertently let out a whimper seeing him in chains too.
"What the fuck kind of sound was that?" The man I'd punched yanked me to my feet by a fistful of my hair and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "If these fuckers don't buy you, I will so I can hear that pitiful whimper every time I fuck your ass."
I smashed my head to the side, colliding with his nose, which immediately started gushing blood. He started to come for me again, but one of the others grabbed him by the back of his shirt. "That's enough, Rocha." What a perfect name for a man I was going to stomp to death as soon as I got free.
"When we made arrangements to be here, we were under the impression we'd be getting three wolves." Blue eyes crossed his arms over his chest. "Where are the other two?"
What the hell?
I looked back and forth between the suits and Marcos's goons, trying to make sense of what was happening, but then a woman's sob pulled my attention behind us. Marcos and another man were leading who I assumed was Kingston's sister, Lillian, from the other side of the dock. She was locked up the same way we were.
Kingston started to move toward them, but he was yanked back by the chain on his collar. "Let her go!"
One of the men in a suit made a disgusted noise in his throat and my attention turned to the three of them that hadn't moved from their spots. There was something... off about them, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what. One of them gave me a wink, confusing me further.
"Why is the redhead a wolf?" Marcos came to a stop far enough away that he thought he was safe from our wrath. When Kingston and I didn't answer, Marcos kicked the back of Lillian's knee, sending her to the ground. "Answer me!"
Sullivan growled, his hair bristling, and Kingston was starting to tremble with pent-up rage. Besides the men holding onto each of us by chains, there were two guns leveled on each of us. Where the fuck was Wren and her magic coalition?
"She feels more comfortable like this when she's in danger," Kingston practically growled. "We're here. Now, what do you want?"
Marcos handed off the chain he'd been using to lead Lillian and pulled a gun from his waistband. Before I could process what he was doing, he shot me in the arm.
I stumbled backward from the impact, pain radiating up and down my arm and feeling like someone had ripped it off. My vision swam withtears, and I bit my inner cheek hard enough that it bled.
Kingston and Sullivan lunged for Marcos, who was standing far enough away they couldn't get near him. Both were pulled back with enough force they fell to the ground. Sullivan quickly righted himself, no one seeming to have noticed he had shown his wolf dangly bits to everyone.
"Now, now. Let's not cause anyone else to lose an arm." Marcos looked over to the men in suits who had pulled their own guns. "Gentlemen, I apologize for that little display. I know your time is precious, so let's get this over with."
My arm was hanging limply, and blood was pouring out of the wound that I had no way of applying pressure to. I couldn't even lift it so I could bite the bullet out. It was starting to tingle like it was trying to heal, but he must have hit something important.
I was going to kill the motherfucker like I should have a week ago.
