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spots. She decided first blood would be hers.
She took the one on her left first, with a stabbing blow to the solar plexus from one end of the staff. She heard the air whoosh from his lungs as she spun the stick and delivered a brutal uppercut to the jaw of the man on her right. A distinct crack preceded a gasp of pain, she wasn’t sure if it was the stick or the guy’s jaw that had broken. The third man received the gift of her boot solidly in his tender nether regions and dropped like a downed deer. Mr Solar Plexus was the only one of the three still standing, so she spun the staff back in his direction and caught him across the side of the head, carefully aiming for his temple. The force of the blow snapped his head around, and he stumbled backwards a few steps before crumpling to the grass. Gabi hoped she’d cracked his skull; that would take a couple of days to heal.
An arm went around her neck as Mr Stocky rushed in, Gabi noticed with satisfaction that Mr Alpha’s expression had changed from arrogant confidence to angry shock. She held his gaze as she calmly twisted her body sideways, not bothering to remove Mr Stocky’s arm from her throat, and brought the stick down across the back of the man’s knees. He grunted in pain, and his grip on her throat loosened. A fatal mistake in other circumstances. Gabi’s eyes narrowed as she whirled to the Werewolf , who was grimacing in pain but trying to grab her again, this time a little desperately. She ducked his wild grasp and spun the staff one more time, flicking it into a vicious strike across his throat. He collapsed to the ground, choking and gagging, his eyes wide with panic. Gabi turned slowly back to face the Alpha. She dropped the rake handle and drew Nex again, openly challenging him. One of the men had managed to pick himself up off the ground, but he was swaying alarmingly. The man from the back of the house came charging around the corner; apparently he’d heard the commotion. Gabi hoped none of the neighbours had. The Alpha held up a hand to freeze him in his tracks.
“This isn’t over,” he snarled at Gabi.
“You’re damn right about that,” she agreed. “But a quick word of advice; by this afternoon there’ll be a kill order on your head. Next time we meet, I won’t be so gentle.”
The Alpha was so incensed that he seemed to be struggling to keep his own wolf at bay. He made a sharp gesture at the standing men, and they quickly began dragging the groaning and unconscious Werewolves towards the cars. The Pack l eader’s gaze never left hers as he backed away several steps and then with a deliberate sneer turned his back on her and strode to the front car.
Gabi made a mental note of the licence plates as the cars roared off down the street and out of sight. Then she sheathed Nex and blew out a breath, trying to calm the adrenaline high before opening the door cautiously. With relief, she saw that it wasn’t a wolf waiting for her, but Derek, still in human form, curled on the floor breathing hoarsely.
“It was them,” he repeated once again.
Gabi wasn’t sure if he was gaining some control, or if it was sheer exhaustion that had kept him from shifting, but either way he looked terrible.
“Yes, I know,” she tried for a soothing voice. She crouched to help Derek to a sitting position. “It’s time to get out of here. I don’t fancy being around if that bunch decide to come back with reinforcements.”
“Why did they want me?” he asked. He seemed to be regaining control of his muscles, and he let her help him to his feet.
“I’ll explain as much as I can in the car, but I’m not entirely sure myself. Grab your bag, we need to go.”
“There’s one more small problem,” Derek said slightly hesitantly as Gabi hit the unlock button for the Mustang. She groaned inwardly, making an effort to hang onto her temper as she motioned Derek to throw his bag in the
She took the one on her left first, with a stabbing blow to the solar plexus from one end of the staff. She heard the air whoosh from his lungs as she spun the stick and delivered a brutal uppercut to the jaw of the man on her right. A distinct crack preceded a gasp of pain, she wasn’t sure if it was the stick or the guy’s jaw that had broken. The third man received the gift of her boot solidly in his tender nether regions and dropped like a downed deer. Mr Solar Plexus was the only one of the three still standing, so she spun the staff back in his direction and caught him across the side of the head, carefully aiming for his temple. The force of the blow snapped his head around, and he stumbled backwards a few steps before crumpling to the grass. Gabi hoped she’d cracked his skull; that would take a couple of days to heal.
An arm went around her neck as Mr Stocky rushed in, Gabi noticed with satisfaction that Mr Alpha’s expression had changed from arrogant confidence to angry shock. She held his gaze as she calmly twisted her body sideways, not bothering to remove Mr Stocky’s arm from her throat, and brought the stick down across the back of the man’s knees. He grunted in pain, and his grip on her throat loosened. A fatal mistake in other circumstances. Gabi’s eyes narrowed as she whirled to the Werewolf , who was grimacing in pain but trying to grab her again, this time a little desperately. She ducked his wild grasp and spun the staff one more time, flicking it into a vicious strike across his throat. He collapsed to the ground, choking and gagging, his eyes wide with panic. Gabi turned slowly back to face the Alpha. She dropped the rake handle and drew Nex again, openly challenging him. One of the men had managed to pick himself up off the ground, but he was swaying alarmingly. The man from the back of the house came charging around the corner; apparently he’d heard the commotion. Gabi hoped none of the neighbours had. The Alpha held up a hand to freeze him in his tracks.
“This isn’t over,” he snarled at Gabi.
“You’re damn right about that,” she agreed. “But a quick word of advice; by this afternoon there’ll be a kill order on your head. Next time we meet, I won’t be so gentle.”
The Alpha was so incensed that he seemed to be struggling to keep his own wolf at bay. He made a sharp gesture at the standing men, and they quickly began dragging the groaning and unconscious Werewolves towards the cars. The Pack l eader’s gaze never left hers as he backed away several steps and then with a deliberate sneer turned his back on her and strode to the front car.
Gabi made a mental note of the licence plates as the cars roared off down the street and out of sight. Then she sheathed Nex and blew out a breath, trying to calm the adrenaline high before opening the door cautiously. With relief, she saw that it wasn’t a wolf waiting for her, but Derek, still in human form, curled on the floor breathing hoarsely.
“It was them,” he repeated once again.
Gabi wasn’t sure if he was gaining some control, or if it was sheer exhaustion that had kept him from shifting, but either way he looked terrible.
“Yes, I know,” she tried for a soothing voice. She crouched to help Derek to a sitting position. “It’s time to get out of here. I don’t fancy being around if that bunch decide to come back with reinforcements.”
“Why did they want me?” he asked. He seemed to be regaining control of his muscles, and he let her help him to his feet.
“I’ll explain as much as I can in the car, but I’m not entirely sure myself. Grab your bag, we need to go.”
“There’s one more small problem,” Derek said slightly hesitantly as Gabi hit the unlock button for the Mustang. She groaned inwardly, making an effort to hang onto her temper as she motioned Derek to throw his bag in the
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