A loud scraping sound grated across the metal above, reverberating through the car. I looked up to see three inches of werewolf claws piercing the ceiling.
Before I could formulate a course of action, Rage launched into me, his face connecting with my chest as he forced me down across Honor’s lap with a headbutt.
“Get off—” I grunted.
Rage rolled to the side, and I gaped in awe as he held a sleek black gun up to the roof of the car.
A small snapping noise rang out, a burst of light exiting the barrel with each silver bullet, followed by two more. Good thing they had silencers or all four of us would be deaf for the next hour. My ears just rang a little.
A thud rocked the car as Noble plowed through the group of rogues, and a faint keening registered before it was gone.
My attention went from the holes in the roof to the giant dominant draped over me.
I blinked at him, and my lips parted.
Those eyes!
His glasses had come off, and my thoughts derailed as I stared. Fire danced across my skin, its heat soaking deep into my chest and melting my insides.
His startling green eyes, the color of spring grass, held me captive for one long breath. That warmth in my belly wasnotattraction.Nope. So, I pushed it down and reminded myself that this guy was an idiot … and an ass. But … I wasn't prepared for how hot a total douche could be. Striking and unique seemed inadequate adjectives—
What the hell?
My nostrils flared, and I closed my mouth with a snap. His baseball cap had flown off in the scuffle, and peeking out from under his tousled hair, the outline of a full moon shimmered across the surface of his skin. The mark of Midnight royalty was on his forehead.
These weren’t regular guards. Of all the packs, they belonged to my sworn enemy.
Midnight.
Chapter 2
Snarling,I shoved at Rage, trying to wiggle the rest of my way out from underneath him.
“Get off me,Midnight!” I hissed.
I should have known it would be them. Of course, the alpha king would send Midnight Clan to retrieve me. To rub it in my face.
But royalty?
Sending one of their heirs—or four of them to be exact—that wasn’t done. Most clans had at least ten to twenty heirs to ensure someone would be bred strong enough to take over the pack when the alpha died. I didn’t know much about Midnight Pack other than they were the ones who drove our clan out of the magic lands. If the king sent his heirs to retrieve me, they must be distant spares, not even worthy enough to enroll in Alpha Academy.
His eyes widened as if I’d slapped him, and he growled back. "I said stay … down!" His gaze darted to my lips, and then he licked his own.
My mouth dried, and I blinked up at him stupidly.
“Hey, Rage,” Honor said, his voice drifting down to me from above. “We’re all good here. Safe and sound.” He cleared his throat. “Get off her so she can get off me. Please.”
I was basically lying in Honor’s lap.
Awkward.
Rage pushed up, his right arm caging me in on one side and his brother’s chest on the other.
My gaze bounced, trying to escape the dominant over me, and I sagged with relief when all I could see was the mangled ceiling … and Honor staring down at me.
He raised his brows, and I noted his eyes were hazel—not spring-grass green.
“You should sit up—and wipe the drool off your chin,” he said with a cheeky grin.
