For him to remember who caused them.
His roar shook the whole house, then he flew by me in a blur of movement, knocking me into the wall. Tombs’ shrill scream split the air before it was abruptly cut off.
I watched in fascinated horror as Rys raised his head from Tomb’s throat, blood dripping from his fangs and running down his jaw.
Tombs’ blood.
He was dead. I didn’t need to see the gaping hole in his throat to know it.
“Mase,” Max called, voice tight with tension. “A little help here?”
The other hunter lay unconscious on the floor, but Talis had Max pinned in the corner of my living room, pacing in front of him with his teeth bared, showing no signs of recognition.
“I wanted to check on Axel,” he murmured. “Talis didn’t like it.”
Rys padded back into the room, his gaze zeroing in on Talis, then swinging to Max. He stopped, licking the blood from his fangs as he stood there. Watching.
“What do we do?” I whispered. “Does cousin trump pack mate?”
“I don’t know,” Max whispered back. “And I don’t particularly want to test it out.”
Sirens sounded in the distance.
Tombs might be dead, but there were still two feral wolves high on Blue Alhuirn. Didn’t matter that they were Tombs’ victims, they were still a danger to humans.
“Max?” Panic gnawed at me, threatening to take over. “What do we do?”
Rys growled, picking up on whatever jumbled emotions I was giving off. His gaze snapped to Max and I stepped in front of him, hands out. “Rys,” I tried, hoping he’d recognise my voice.
It seemed to work. At least he was focused on me and not Max.
But now what?
“I know you won’t want to do it, Gabriel, but you need to get those chains back on him if you can.”
“What?” I spun around to glare at Max as Rys growled, tail swishing back and forth.
“I told Carissa we needed the fae to bring their antidotes to the poison, but if the police get here first and we can’t contain Talis and Rys, then they’ll do what they have to do to protect everyone else.”
They’d kill them if necessary.
I shivered, chilled to the bone by the thought of losing Rys.
“Rys is an alpha wolf. A mated one.” He let that sink in. “If he thinks you’re threatened in any way, he’s going to attack whoever comes near you.”
And they would come for me. I’d have to be interrogated if nothing else. “Shit.”
“Yep.” Max’s voice was strained again, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Talis advancing on him, lips curled back into a snarl.
“What about Talis,” I asked, voice cracking, my mouth so dry all of a sudden. I thought it’d be over with Tombs dead, but it wasn’t.
Nowhere near.
The sirens were getting closer.
Both Rys and Talis flinched at the increasing sound, hair standing up along their backs.
“Now, Gabriel.”
