Seconds later the windows cracked, spiderwebbing as bullets punched through smacking April’s relentless shield.
I slammed April’s car door, then had to crawl awkwardly to get into the front passenger seat.
Tetiana whistled as Brody started the car. “Wizard magic is impressive!”
April gritted her teeth, her face grim with determination as she channeled her magic.
I slammed my car door shut and buckled my seatbelt. “Go!”
Brody wrenched the car into drive, then slammed on the gas pedal.
The tires screeched and we raced down the street, nearly running over the wolves on our way out.
“Drive for the Cloisters—but don’t go downtown,” I directed as I yanked my radio off my belt.
“Got it!” Brody made a sharp right turn—goingwayover the posted speed limit so that we barreled down the road, most likely leaving tire marks—taking us west towards the Cloisters.
“You want to avoid the stoplights?” April asked.
“I want to avoid civilians,” I clarified before I spoke into my radio. “Team Blood, we’ve encountered hostiles at Tutu’s—a mercenary wolf pack. We are en route to—”
“Truck!” Tetiana yelled as a large truck roared out of a connecting street, nearly hitting the side of our car.
It was only Brody’s fast reflexes that had him slamming down on the gas pedal, racing out of reach.
The truck fishtailed, then straightened out. The driver then revved the engine before hurtling after us.
Brody snarled as he made a right turn, taking us north. We careened into the industrial part of town, but if we didn’t go west again soon we’d be hitting the downtown area.
I took a breath in, then resumed over the radio. “En route to Curia Cloisters. We are being followed—by a truck. Unknown number of assailants.” I looked back and saw the truck’s headlights as it turned onto our street.
My words came faster as the truck bore down on us. “Currently in industrial part of town, heading north. Backup requested.Lotsof backup—IMPACT!” I shouted before the truck rammed us from behind.
The car flung forward, and I slammed against my seatbelt with the momentum. I heard a tremendous crunch and before our car screeched to a stop, the airbags inflated providing cushion for us.
When the world stopped rolling, I heard the hiss of the airbags deflating. “Anyone injured?” I asked.
April groaned.
“We’re good back here,” Tetiana said.
“Brody?” I asked.
Brody shook himself. “I’m fine, but the front of our car is totaled.”
I unbuckled my seatbelt and had to shove my door to open it. “We’ve got to get out of here. If the car can’t move, the truck will run us over.”
“Got it!” Brody kicked the door so hard it flew open and bent the hinges. He then ripped April’s door open, while I pulled my gun from my shoulder holster, flicked the safety off, and racked it.
We were surrounded by warehouses of various sizes and materials. Our car had rammed into a wrought iron fence that went around one of the warehouse properties. Between damage from the fence and the truck, the car was totaled.
There were fewer streetlights in this section of town, but I could see fine with my night vision—April was the only one of us who would have a harder time with that.
Tetiana growled something in Ukrainian.
She couldn’t get her door open—the back was too busted from the truck ramming us—so she slithered out April’s side while Brody helped April stand.
I heard the roar of a car engine and turned to face the truck.
