“No. Stop.” I moved quickly to him, ignoring the pain streaking down my muscles. I pressed my palm on the weapon, forcing him to lower it. Warwick’s brows furrowed in question. I peered down at the gang member, still barely holding on to life, then back to Warwick. “He could be useful.”
“Don’t think for a moment they care about this asshole enough to trade him.” Warwick snorted. “That’s not how they work. He’s better dead.”
“No.” My voice was firm, my gaze telling Warwick this was not a question, but an order. “He can lead us to their hideout.”
“He’d kill himself before he’d tell.” Warwick shook his head, annoyance flickering on his features.
“It’s worth a shot.” I gritted my teeth. “I am not stopping until I get my bag back.” I didn’t fear for Opie and Bitzy, as I knew they would get away. They could vanish in front of my eyes, but my father’s journal was worth everything to me. To find it, I would flip over this city if I had to.
Warwick watched me for a while, probably seeing the determination on my features. He sucked in a deep breath, irritation twitching his eye.
An eerie growl-like howl cried out into the night, followed by another, his head jerking up.
“Faszom...”Warwick tensed, his head moving, trying to pinpoint the location of the noise.
“What?”
“Hyenas.”
“What?” I sputtered, whirling toward the icy shrieks, my mouth parting.
“They’re coming.” He twisted to run. “We’ve got to go.”
“Like real ones?”
“Shifters, and even more dangerous. They sniff out blood and come running to pick off the corpses left in the street, taking whatever scraps remain. They’re scavengers... deadly ones.”
“Then we can’t leave him here!” I motioned to the dying man, his breathing getting worse.
“Are you kidding me? I’m not in the mood to fight a clan.” Warwick glowered down at me. “Hyena clans have no problem picking off the living as well, especially those weakened by a fight.”
“We are not leaving him,” I snarled back. Not a question, not an option.
His jaw clamped, a nerve thrumming along it.
“Bassza meg!” Warwick spat, slapping the Glock into my palm as he stomped over toward the thief. He leaned over, lifting the bleeding man over his shoulder. “Once again, I’m picking up your rescues.”
More eerie howls, sounding just a block away, scoured over my body, shivering my bones.
“Let’s go.” Warwick spun around.
“How far are we from the base?” I was good with directions, but I hadn’t spent enough time in Savage Lands to really gauge where I was.
“Too far on foot.” He looked over at the bike. Fuel leaked onto the road, and the back tire was popped. He set the dying man down, grabbing the terrifying weapon from the back, blood crusted into the claw blades and attached it to his back.
“What is that?”
“A wolf blade.”
“Wolf blade?” I snorted, though I could see, with its many claws, how it could resemble a wolf’s talons.
“Had it designed specifically for me.” He tossed the man on his other shoulder. “Come on.” He veered around and strolled off, the man limply hanging off his shoulder.
“Where?”
“To the only place we can go.”
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