"Blue Team, check in!" Ridge commands into his mic.
There's a crackle in our headsets before a breathy male voice comes on. "There’s an entire group of alphas down here. More massive than any I’ve ever seen. And feral. Completely fucking?—”
The transmission cuts out before the soldier can complete his thought.
Doctor Tamara whimpers, fear leaching her face of all color, and then she turns on her heels and runs toward the entrance.
A scream startles a shiver out of me, and my shoulders creep up toward my ears.
Colter mutters, "I'm taking her outside," to Ridge.
I don't hear Ridge's reply, but a second later I'm scooped into my huge alpha’s arms.
"Let me go play, Ridgey," Kylian wheedles.
Immediately, I writhe in Colter's grip, wriggling free and leaning around him to glare at my other alpha. "Don't you dare."
Kylian gives me a confident wink. "It'll be all right, my obsession. In fact, it'll be fun."
Fun!Fun!He hasn't even bothered to shove on his night-vision glasses like everyone else.
I open my mouth to retort, but a soldier explodes out of the secret passage and immediately rounds to shove the cabinet back over the opening.
"Quick! Help!"
"There are men down there," Ridge protests.
The soldier glances up at Ridge, and I spot the man's mole on his pale-as-plaster face.
He shakes his head. "Not anymore."
Fuck.
Fuck!
We lost everyone?
Kylian and Luka hurry over and help the soldier shove the cabinet back into place, slamming the steel countertop back down just as a wild screech erupts from the stairwell. A strangely pitched screech that sounds more like it belongs in the wild, not to a human.
Bullets start to pimple the surface of the table, shot from below.
Holy hell.
What’s down there?
"Let's get out of here," Ridge commands.
But we don't need his instructions.
We're already running.
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We eruptfrom the building with all the force of magma, full of violent, wild fire, and without a plan. Sprinting across the clearing that surrounds the building, I feel exposed. I clutch my gun closer and scan my surroundings.
A barrage of gunfire makes me duck as I run.
