Page 82 of The Enforcers: NOAH

Terin turned around at the opening, and someone came out of the shadows and grabbed her. More men poured out of the tunnel and filled the basement. Someone grabbed Mina from behind, and another man tore Brock from her arms.

Rafe shifted to wolf with a howl and launched himself at Terin’s captor. A bullet hit him and he jerked back. Someone slammed his head with a rifle butt and he flew across the room, hit the floor and slumped to the ground.

Jesse was fighting, but there were too many and he was weak. They were marched upstairs and out the door, where Creston was waiting with his men. They left Rafe’s body lying in the basement, Terin screaming and fighting.

It was getting dark, and it was hard to see, but Mina couldn’t mistake Flynn writhing in the grasp of four huge men, cursing. Creston stared at the others—walking upright, no signs of shifter toxin.

“Fucking Robbie,” Carson muttered. Mina wanted to spit in his face.

Creston’s face was dark with anger.

“I offered you chances to live,” he growled. “You couldn’t be reasonable. And now you will all pay the price.”

Suddenly, a voice came over Carson’s radio. “This is quadrant one. We are under attack. Repeat. We are under attack.”

“What the fuck?” Carson yelled into the radio. “Who’s attacking?”

Static.

“Tyrone! Report!”

More static. “Find out what’s going on!” Creston snarled.

Just before everything went to hell.

A grenade fell out of the darkening sky into the clearing. There was no fire when it hit the ground; just a blinding flash of light and a tremendous boom.

Mina’s captor lost his hold as they were both knocked off their feet, temporarily blinded. She rolled free. Chaos erupted all around her, people screaming and shouting, but it all sounded dim and far-off, like she was underwater.

For a few seconds she couldn’t see, couldn’t move right, couldn’t get her balance. As her vision began to clear she felt a rush of wind, and looked up to see two figures parachuting down into the clearing, dressed in full combat gear with assault rifles across their shoulders.

Mina shook her head, still blinking. The figures hit the ground and rolled, their chutes billowing after them, causing more chaos as they tangled with the people struggling to regain their balance and their senses. They both released their chutes and waded into the melee.

Mina began crawling along the ground. Brock was lying stunned a few feet away and she pulled him to her, clutching him with one arm and dragging him along. Her vision was still messed up—she couldn’t tell in the struggling crowd who were friends and who were enemies.

A huge black wolf jumped off the cabin porch and landed on a man who was dragging Terin by her hair, tearing at his throat. Further away, Mina heard the roar of a lion and the snarl of another big cat, but she didn’t know who.

She made it to the side of the cabin and sat, panting and holding Brock. She could see a bit better now—there was a man in black leather fighting a wolf with what looked like a hunting knife, and a huge raven was dive-bombing Briscoe, its talons raking huge gashes along his head and face.

One of the parachutists darted through the melee, searching the crowd. He turned and a stray beam from a flashlight caught his face. Underneath the black camo streaks she recognized him.

Noah.

She opened her mouth to call out, and a rough hand clapped over it. An arm like an iron bar wrapped around her and Brock both, and they were dragged out of the clearing into the darkness of the forest.