“I still have no fucking clue what’s going on,” Blayze said while shaking his head. “And when in the hell did you get so fucking scary?” he asked.
Jordan didn’t answer him, he couldn’t. The only thing he could think about was getting to his mate. He had a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that wouldn’t go away.
Duncan ducked behind the wall, using it as a shield from the bullets coming his way. They had made it into the compound unnoticed, until they tripped a silent alarm when they walked further into the building. He looked at Aoi, who had the same look of surprise on his face. He lost contact with Parker and Sebastian, but he could sense they were fine. From his hiding spot, he looked around the corner to see Harrison effortlessly ripping off the head of a hunter. He’d lost sight of Ryland and Charlie and realized he needed more ammunition.He also had yet to see anyone that resembled Bergstrand, from the description Jordan and the others had given him.“Fuck!” Tossing his gun to the side, he stripped, shifting into his third form: a large, two-legged beast with a thick silver mane around his neck, showing his Alpha status. That way he would remain cognizant of everything that was going on around him. With a window-shattering howl, his pack knew it was time to shift.
He took a quick glance around the corner of the whole area, spotting every gods-damn fucking hunter that stood between him and their leader. Duncan recognized him, and things began to come together on who was trying to buy large shares of stock in his company a few weeks back. Pushing that aside, with a burst of lightning speed, he was on the first of many hunters in the room. With a low growl, he plunged his claws into the man’s throat, piercing through his esophagus and grasping the hunter’s spine. Duncan was pleased to see that the hunter looked terrified in the split second before his death. He made quick and gory deaths of a half-dozen other hunters, the smell of their fear, blood, and death mixed in the warehouse air.
Before he could pounce on his next target, he felt a sting and then another shoot through his right shoulder. He spun quickly to see three men aiming their rifles at him. He growled as he lunged at them, gripping the first by his face and slamming the base of his skull onto a meat hook that hung just above them. The crunch of bone, tearing of flesh, and the sound of grown men screaming filled his ears. One of the men attempted to run, while the other fired several panicked shots in his direction. Duncan separated the man from his arms, as easily as one would pull paper from a notebook. He went after the next man, who continued to pull the trigger, emptying his rifle. He swung his powerful claws at him, slicing through his Kevlar vest, and poly-wool clothes and flesh, opening the man’s torso enough for his intestines to spill to the floor before the life left his eyes.
Duncan roared when he felt a sharp stab in his upper right back, in the same spot he was shot, sending him to his knees in pain. He struggled to his feet, breathing heavy, as his opponent swung the blade at him again. Duncan grabbed the blade as it sliced toward him. With his other hand, he swiped his claws at the hunter, just making contact with his flesh. The hunter smiled, taunting Duncan. It angered him more, and he made a second attempt, that time plunging a claw into the man’s eye and batting the sword away with his other hand. The man screamed, but his injury did not deter him. That hunter was not like the others, his strength rivaled Duncan’s. He was taking each hit just as much as he was giving Duncan his own. Duncan was losing strength, the bullets and the sword had been made of silver. Duncan swatted at the hunter who rolled and grabbed his sword.
Fucking hell, I’m going to fucking die.
Just as he’d thought that, there was a loud crash. Duncan thought he was seeing things, just as a blur swooped into the compound crashing into the hunter he was fighting and flinging him across the room. The hunter was back up before Duncan could figure out what was going on. But it didn’t slow down the new person the hunter was fighting with. Duncan blinked a few times as he shifted back to his human form, and that was when he noticed the white hair of the man fighting with the hard-to-fucking-kill hunter.
What the fuck is Jordan doing here?
Jordan and Blayze arrived at the hunters’ compound that Thing One and Thing Two directed them to. It looked like an old meat packing warehouse.Figures hunters would be so damn predictable.
“Are you sure about this?” Blayze asked.
“Hell no,” Jordan answered.
“Fuck, Duncan is going to fucking kill me once he sees that you’re here,” Blayze mumbled to him.
“We’ll worry about that later,” Jordan assured him. Blayze didn’t look convinced, but Jordan could worry about that later. “Do you hear that?”
“Of course, I can fucking hear that,” Blayze groused.
“Then what the hell are we standing out here arguing about, let’s go,” he said as they took off towards the warehouse. Jordan kept his eyes open for anyone that might be outside trying to stop them, but there wasn’t anyone. Thing One and Two got in front of him somehow and he was surprised to see swords in their hands. He had no idea how they kept them hidden, the clothing they were wearing didn’t leave room for the long swords they were carrying. They snuck inside the building, following the noise of the fighting. Jordan had no earthly idea what he was going to do. He’d never been in a fight in his life. The closer they got, the louder the noise was. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He could hear the fast thumping of his heartbeat in his ears.
They made it to where everything was happening and stood behind the glass wall, peeking inside, gauging who was winning and if he could spot Duncan. There in the warehouse was an unimaginable scene, the bodies of the hunters were everywhere. Some were crushed, some missing body parts, others a combination of the two. It was the most gruesome thing he had ever seen. Jordan saw Ryland, Aoi, and Bronx each holding their own against whoever they were fighting against. He did not see his grandfather in all the chaos. In the middle of the chaos, there stood a massive, black beast on two legs that he’d never seen before. The thing looked as if it could literally swat him as if he were an annoying bug. He shivered hoping never to come across that thing ever in his life. He was searching for Duncan while his eyes kept going back to the large brooding black beast in the center of the room.
The beast was fighting with a man smaller than him, but seemed to be holding his own against the animal who was also bleeding. He was mesmerized by the whole thing. When the beast swatted the man, who rolled on the floor, grabbing a sword and went to swing at the beast who’d opened his eyes, Jordan saw the flash of cobalt blue eyes and knew that was his mate. Without thinking he ran, crashing into the room, not caring of any danger to himself. The only thought on his mind was saving his mate from having his head chopped off.
On instinct he raised his hand in the air and waved it as a gust of air came into the room, throwing the hunter back from Duncan.That worked out well, he did the same movement, sending a few other people back. The first man got back up to his feet and charged at Jordan. He blocked the attack then grabbed him in a bear hug, squeezing him and waiting for the crack, breaking his spine and dropping him to the floor. He had no fucking idea what he was doing, adrenaline was coursing through his veins and he felt stronger than he’d ever felt before. He backed away and turned around, seeing Duncan on the floor naked and lying still on his back. He ran over to him and kneeled at his side.Gods, please don’t let him be dead.
“Duncan, talk to me,” Jordan said, hovering over his mate.
Duncan opened his eyes and smiled, then furrowed his brow. “What are you doing here?”
“We’ll talk about that later,” Jordan answered, seeing a pool of blood surrounding Duncan.
“No…” Duncan started before he passed out.
“Duncan, come on, baby, please open your eyes. Don’t do this to me, not now. Please!” Jordan screamed. He looked around for Blayze but he couldn’t see him through his tears. He couldn’t lose Duncan, not when he’d just found him. “Somebody, please help me!” he yelled then looked back down at his mate, seeing more blood pouring out of his mouth. He raised his head again, wiping away the tears from his eyes as he was about to scream when someone blocked his view.
“Prince Jordan, I need you to get out of the way so that I can help him.”
Jordan had no idea who the person was that spoke to him. He looked nyxian, and he didn’t know if he could trust the man at all. He growled, ready to attack thinking that the man was going to hurt his mate further.
“My Prince, I mean you, nor your mate, no harm,” the man said in fear. “I’m a doctor and I was there the night you were born, My Prince, please, let me help him,” he said hurriedly
That stopped Jordan from attacking the man. He looked down at Duncan, sweat coated his skin and he was breathing heavily. “You can help him?”
“Yes, we need to get the bullets out of his back quickly or it will be too late to save him,” the man explained.
Jordan moved back. “Help him, but I will be watching you, make one false move and I will not hesitate to kill you.”
