My blood turned to ice water.I bared my teeth, dropped the driver, and walked around the back of the car.
Steven had a gun out, and he was pointing it in the general direction of Marcus’s head, but he wasn’t really looking where.Marcus’s feet where dragging.He was being a very bad shield.Good boy.
Steven’s face turned from victorious to gleeful in the time it took me to get around the car, but I wasn’t slowing down, and he hadn’t expected that.
“Stop right?—”
I raised my gun and took the shot.
I got him in the throat, and he raised the hand that was holding the gun as if a bullet could patch the hole.I watched his knuckles bleach as he tightened his grip on Marcus.
Marcus didn’t have the strength to break free, or he was in too much shock to do so.
I cleared the distance, pinned the gun against Steven’s neck where he was trying to stanch the bleeding, and elbowed him hard.
His fingers slid off the gun, and he stumbled back.Marcus had sagged to the ground.He screamed.
I dropped to my knees next to him.“Marcus.”
His mouth opened and closed, and his eyes were wide with shock.
There was another shot.I covered Marcus with my body.He whined.I heard someone grunt in pain, and I could smell blood and gunpowder on the air.
“All clear,” Smith hollered.
I lifted my weight off Marcus.He was pale, jittery.I put Steven’s gun on the ground, well out of reach.
“Boss?”Smith again.
“I’m here.All clear.”I pulled my knife from its holster and cut the zip tie around Marcus’s wrists.“Marcus, talk to me.”
I tried to lift him, and he screamed.“Arm.My arm is broken, I think.It hurts.”He jerked.“Ell!They gave him something.They have Dom.Oh, please go find Dom.I don’t know what they did with him.”
Dom was here?They had Dom?My mouth went dry.
“Marcus, I’m going to lift you.”
He shook his head, and the way he moved looked as if he was trying to shake me off.He was too weak and in too much pain though.“No.Dom.Find Dom.I won’t move.Find Dom and Ell, please.”
On the other side of the third car, Smith gasped.“What the hell?”
Marucs’s bottom lip trembled.“I think they hurt him too.They have a tracker in the collar, he said.”
I reached out, meaning to touch Marcus, but I was filthy with Steven’s blood.Steven, whose chest still rose and fell with shallow breaths.I pulled my hand back and wiped it on my pants.
“Marcus, let me?—”
“Go find Ell and Dom.”
He was not okay, but his moonstone eyes had turned steely.This was a command from my mate, from my omega.
“All right.You stay put.”I stood and was about to walk away, but then I pulled my jacket off.It did little more than hide my holster, but I put it over Marcus anyway.“I’ll be right back.”
We were on the passenger side, close to where the highway faded into vegetation.It was quieter here.The commotion was on the other side of the convoy.
I looked left.Smith had his own sidearm holstered and was helping an unfamiliar werewolf out of the car Marcus had been in.I could scent Smith’s blood, but he seemed largely okay.His face was the picture of calm.He wasn’t feeling like that though.He only put on that expression when he got really angry.
“Smith, Dom and Ell?”
