Rage and shock ripped through our bond.‘We’re coming,’he growled through our link.
We. He saidwe. Was Brock going to bring the pack into this? Into my mess? I couldn’t bear for him to lose another wolf on my account.
‘No, we’ve got this! I don’t want anyone else getting hurt,’I said right away.
‘You’re pack. Pack means family. We’re three minutes away.’
I hadn’t even met the entire pack yet—something I obviously needed to change. If these people were risking their lives for me, I needed to at least know who they were. I’d only been introduced to a handful, but Brock’s pack was large.
And how were they only three minutes away? Had Brock felt something off before reaching out to me? Knowing him, he’d probably followed me here.
Red and gold streaks of magic lit up the air above the pool, firing back and forth in opposite directions. My vantage point was limited and warbled from within the water, but I hoped Tianna was giving those nasty witches hell.
Six more breaths from Molly later … a huge gray wolf crashed into the water.
Wolves hated water, barely knew how to swim. But that didn’t stop Brock. He swam straight for me, pumping his wolf legs hard, pushing down through the water to my ankles.
‘What’s your plan here? That’s some powerful witch magic,’I told him.
‘We Alphas have our own magic,’was all he said before clamping his jaws down on the red rope.
His teeth bit into the crimson cord holding me and he gave a ferocious whip of his head, slowed only slightly by the water. The pool exploded into a kaleidoscope of light … and the binding released. I nearly wept in relief as my body floated up through the lingering rainbow of color while I tried to pump my legs. But my body was spent, and I needed Molly’s help to break the surface. She tugged me above the water, keeping a firm grip on my arm.
The second my head left the water, I sucked in breath, sputtering and coughing as I allowed Molly to half drag, half guide me to the edge of the pool. I pumped my arms and legs even though I realized they were doing little to propel me. When I managed to take in the scene before me, my eyes widened.
Holy fucking hell.
It was like World War Three. Werewolves were leaping into the air, trying to take out the witches, only to be thrown against a far wall with a sickening sound that had my heart leaping into my throat.
Tianna appeared to have killed one witch, who lay crumpled on the deck next to her, but the fae hybrid was holding her shoulder as if she’d been injured.
Calista lay beneath Jack’s strong hold, pinned in place, but when her eyes landed on me she grinned maniacally, as if she’d expected this. She didn’t appear defeated, and that worried the shit out of me.
Brock’s head popped up out of the water as Molly and I reached the edge of the pool. Why wasn’t Calista fighting back? Even though she was cuffed, I’d expected her to resist Jack. But she wasn’t.
After Molly and I heaved Brock out of the pool, the tinkle of breaking glass drew my attention to the far wall. The remaining two witches were fleeing, leaving their dead friend behind on the deck.
One of Brock’s wolves prepared to pounce after them through the broken window, but Tianna waved her uninjured hand. “Let them go. We need to regroup.”
The wolf looked back at Brock, who nodded and shook his coat to rid it of water.
I took a deep breath—so thankful for the ability to breathe!—absorbing the scene before me. The sharp smell of chlorine, intertwined with the pungent smell of blood, assaulted my nostrils. Glass sprinkled across much of the slippery flooring, and spelled scorch marks marred the ground of the once pristine pool decking. Tianna had an apparently badly injured shoulder, Kenzie was limping, and Reo looked a little worse for wear, but other than that we seemed to be all right. The wolves who’d been flung against walls were moving fluidly enough, thank God!
Cass whizzed to my side on his hovering skateboard. “You okay?”
I nodded, trying not to think about what would have happened if Molly hadn’t helped me.
The sound of breaking bones rang throughout the space as Brock and a few of his other wolves started to shift. I recognized Sabine’s markings on one of those wolves.
Molly blushed. “Sorry about having to get all up in your face down there.”
I waved her off. “Are you kidding me? You saved my life. Thank you.”
She nodded.
Brock was standing at his full height now, towering over my short frame. He pressed me against his side though his gaze was locked on Jack, who stood about ten feet away, clutching the siren in a lock hold. Brock radiated power, not caring one bit that he was naked and dripping water.
“And where the fuck were you when Evie was drowning?” Brock’s voice could cut steel. The apparent danger of it sent a shiver running through me.
