RAFFERTY
The small tracker dots on my phone follow the location of my pack. I can see where they stop, and where they unexpectedly zig-zagged across the screen.
I can see it all.
Which is why, when the central locking on our pack’s BMW XM clicks and the locks disengage, I feel sick to my stomach. No one but my pack has keys to our SUV.
I shoot off a text to Keegan, letting him know what is going on, before dropping my phone and swapping it for a knife.
Although Tynan has trained my butt off to ensure I’ll always be able to defend myself, I’m not as proficient as the others. It’s a struggle, since my very nature makes me a lover, not a fighter.
Being assertive and violent isn’t easy for an Omega, but my twin has been nothing but determined to find a way to turn those issues into something we can work with. And we’ve certainly gotten to the point where my body is a weapon. We’ve yet to find the key to unlocking the part of my brain needed to makeit happen instinctively, but Ty is stubborn and hasn’t stopped searching.
Behind me, the rear passenger door opens. I twist around to see who dares attack, but before I can see their face, they spray shit into my eyes. Instantly, my vision is impeded. I’m unable to see anything but a blur, and I can’t stop the woeful whine escaping.
The door next to me opens pretty much at the same time. As I start to scramble over to the driver’s side to escape, a hand clasps around my foot, and I’m literally dragged out kicking and screaming.
I must hit every fucking surface on the BMW possible on my exit. My elbow twists, and the way it pops makes me instantly nauseated. The pain is deafening, and I know I have to put it behind me and do something to stay alive until my pack returns.
Grasping on to the weird but solid metaphysical connection Ty and I share, I yank everything I can from it. Physically, my movements remain jerky, but instead of fighting alone, it’s like he’s here with me, yelling what to do next in my ear.
It helps, too, knowing I’m not alone.
I try to block as many punches as possible, but it’s hard because there are obviously more than two people attacking, plus, I can’t see for shit. I wish I could be more aware, instead of struggling to stay alive. Because I can’t even pick up a scent, and Ronin’s going to be pissed if I can’t identify them.
I get a vicious kick to the hip, making me bounce off the side of the car and straight into another kick. The other attacker acts at the same time, rushing me off my feet. I go down, and go down hard.
Always stay upright. But if you’re on the ground, cover your head with your arms and tuck into a tight ball.Ty is yelling instructions into my ears, and I follow what he says to the letter.
As soon as I’m on the ground, they come at me harder than ever. And they don’t fucking miss a trick. Each kick and punch rattles my teeth and rips the air from my lungs. There’s seriously a moment when I start to think I don’t want to go out like this. It’s not fair, our pack has so much living to do, but these arseholes are relentless, and they want me dead.
I must detach or something because it gets to the point where I don’t feel the pain, just the movement of their hits and kicks.
Perhaps I pass out for a bit, but in the next breath, my awareness starts to return. I’m alive. Fucking hurting all over but alive. And the more I realize I’m not dead, my thoughts begin to clear.
I seriously considered I wasdeaddead for a bit, because I swear I could taste the sweetest, juiciest canned peaches. Warm, too, like they’d been sitting in the summer sun, making the scent that much more intense. Honestly, I think that’s what pulled me from being unconscious, the movement of my mouth. Very cool dream for an Omega, being face-first in a world made of peaches.
Twisting my head, I have to blink my eyes a few times until what I see registers because I’m aware-ish, but a big part of me is still chomping down on peaches. Another blink and clarity returns. My most favorite girl in the entire world is here with me.
And then something inside me snaps.
The crack is more obvious than the kick some dick just landed on my leg. Without being dramatic, the trickle of rage that leaks from the fracture inside me is a little scary. But now it’s started, there’s no stopping the icy cold fury spilling out and icing all those natural born instincts of my Omega side.
Tally is here.
Tally. Is. Here.
Not only is she here, she’s bleeding, and the guy standing over her is undoing his fucking pants.
The ice inside me changes to a heated rage of volcanic proportions. Molten fury erupts, decimating what was holding me back before.
I’m on my feet, and this cunt’s head is in my hands before I can blink my eyes.
Twist, Tynan yells.
My body moves instinctively, without feeling. But one death doesn’t sate my rage. I’m ready to kill whoever hurt her before moving on to their family and killing them slowly too. Because they’re guilty by association, and no one will hurt her. No one will take that delectable, that insanely perfect peach-smelling girl from me. She’s the girl I jerked off for, and by God, that moment we shared was to die for.
Rafferty!I hear my brother in my thoughts again, and I guess I might have forgotten about him for a second. I was dealing with some life-changing shit, though, like the fact I might be a homicidal maniac who just found his girl. And she’s an Omega.
