Page 285 of Forged in the Fire


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Silas’s mouth watered as they thundered down the streets. His heart running a manic beat as they tracked the beasts through the city.

Using their senses to guide them, shrouding themselves in every darkened swath.

They took a maze of rights and lefts, a short stretch of freeway before they were exiting and were dumped in a more run-down part of town.

They stayed far enough back that they were never noticed.

Phoenix’s stalking skills were more than stellar.

A fucking ghost that emerged behind someone who had no clue they were about to find out if the afterlife existed.

Hell ready to swallow them.

The SUV finally made a left into a neighborhood, and they stayed far back, cutting glances at each other.

A warning that this was it.

But they had to be cautious. Not charge when they were itching to do it. Because they had no idea what circumstances they were going to find themselves in.

They waited close to a minute before they took the left into the same neighborhood and hid their motorcycles behind the first hedge they could find.

They killed the engines.

Overwhelming silence swamped the cold, misty air, and only the trill of bugs and a dog barking somewhere in the distance filled their ears.

They crouched low, motorcycle boots quietly thudding as they stuck to the shadows as they moved up the road.

A road that branched off in every direction.

Two inlets running left and right and another straight ahead.

Phoenix lifted his face, a wolf trying to pick up the scent.

“Left,” he finally grunted. No question, he was following his warped, gnarled gut.

They dipped across the road, quick to disappear into the shadows.

Creeping behind houses and cars and trees.

Searching.

Hunting.

The two guns tucked into Silas’s jeans loaded with liberation.

The street seemed to go on forever in a blurry expanse before it curved to the right, running straight back up the neighborhood.

Ducked low, they hurried up the road through the whisking fog.

Listening.

Feeling.

Watching.

“You sure this was the right way?” Silas grunted on a breath.

“They’re here somewhere,” Phoenix snarled.