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for us?”
“I say, bring it!” Margot cried.
Jessie rolled her eyes. “Big surprise there. Draven, just because I’m standing here talking to you, don’t think this is open to debate. You realize I’ve got all the information the king requires.” It was more statement than question, and she schooled her expression to be grimly formal.
She felt Kirkbride tense next to her. Good. Don’t have to worry about giving him a signal.
Draven gave her a wide, warm smile. “I’m feeling better now. This little rest has done me good.”
“There is another piece of information you need,” Margot said, almost purring. “We love our family. We’ll do anything to protect them.”
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it, they’re only buying time. Jessie glanced quickly at the doors and windows.
“And they’ll do anything for us,” Draven finished.
“Find a way through and get your people out,” Jessie said in a rush to Kirkbride.
“What about you?” he asked.
“I’ll meet you at the shelter,” she replied. The crash and clatter of breaking glass and exploding wood sounded around them as the pack burst through the church’s doors and windows. At quick count it looked like more than half a dozen vampires and two werewolves. Whatever worry she felt for the safety of the mortals was quickly eclipsed by a feverish anticipation. This was going to be a nasty fight, and those were always the best kind to win. Jessie gave Margot a slight smile and a nod. “You and me, Marmaduke. You and me.”
Margot laughed as the change came over her.
Chapter 6
Brandon figured they must have had a plan for protecting civilians. Kirkbride and Haywood, both being ex-military, would have thought of that. As the monsters advanced, Rowdy and Lenny grabbed him and hid behind the altar, weapons ready. The vampires may have retained their human form but they looked to Brandon just as animal-like and predatory as the werewolves. They wore ragged clothes not much better than the homeless people they preyed on and carried no weapons he could see. Of course they didn’t need to—their fangs and their strength gave them all the advantage they needed. The werewolves frightened him even more. Larger than real wolves, not quite formed right, it was hard to accept there were human beings trapped inside claws and fur. If he hadn’t seen Margot change with his own eyes, he wouldn’t believe it.
Kirkbride, Haywood, and Jessie threw themselves into the fight. At first Brandon heard more than he could see, sounds of wood shattering, bones snapping, screams of pain and yells of anger. The wolves howling and growling, one of them whimpering, followed by another crack of breaking bone. Trying to peer around the altar, he spotted Haywood wrestling with one of the wolves, Kirkbride trading blows with a vampire, looking for an opening for the stake in one hand. Draven watched the fight with a satisfied smirk. In a far corner was a blur of movement, almost like the shimmer on a far horizon. Brandon didn’t understand what he was seeing until a cloud of smoke exploded and Jessie stopped moving long enough to find her next target and take off, tanto flashing in the low light and dripping blood.
Haywood was losing to the werewolf. It looked even bigger than Margot and clearly had experience fighting. It pinned Haywood down, sinking its claws into his forearm. Without thinking, Brandon rose from his hiding place and ran to them, swinging the nunchucks at the wolf. He was rewarded with a satisfying crack as the nunchucks opened a wide gash on the wolf’s head, followed by a blast of pain from his own injured shoulder. He sank to his knees and watched as Rowdy fired her crossbow, planting an arrow in the wolf’s chest. Haywood pulled himself up to sit in a pew, holding his arm and looking ready to pass out. Rowdy rushed to him, pulled a first aid kit from her backpack and got to work.
“Lenny, we need cover!” she yelled. Brandon looked back to the altar to see
“I say, bring it!” Margot cried.
Jessie rolled her eyes. “Big surprise there. Draven, just because I’m standing here talking to you, don’t think this is open to debate. You realize I’ve got all the information the king requires.” It was more statement than question, and she schooled her expression to be grimly formal.
She felt Kirkbride tense next to her. Good. Don’t have to worry about giving him a signal.
Draven gave her a wide, warm smile. “I’m feeling better now. This little rest has done me good.”
“There is another piece of information you need,” Margot said, almost purring. “We love our family. We’ll do anything to protect them.”
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it, they’re only buying time. Jessie glanced quickly at the doors and windows.
“And they’ll do anything for us,” Draven finished.
“Find a way through and get your people out,” Jessie said in a rush to Kirkbride.
“What about you?” he asked.
“I’ll meet you at the shelter,” she replied. The crash and clatter of breaking glass and exploding wood sounded around them as the pack burst through the church’s doors and windows. At quick count it looked like more than half a dozen vampires and two werewolves. Whatever worry she felt for the safety of the mortals was quickly eclipsed by a feverish anticipation. This was going to be a nasty fight, and those were always the best kind to win. Jessie gave Margot a slight smile and a nod. “You and me, Marmaduke. You and me.”
Margot laughed as the change came over her.
Chapter 6
Brandon figured they must have had a plan for protecting civilians. Kirkbride and Haywood, both being ex-military, would have thought of that. As the monsters advanced, Rowdy and Lenny grabbed him and hid behind the altar, weapons ready. The vampires may have retained their human form but they looked to Brandon just as animal-like and predatory as the werewolves. They wore ragged clothes not much better than the homeless people they preyed on and carried no weapons he could see. Of course they didn’t need to—their fangs and their strength gave them all the advantage they needed. The werewolves frightened him even more. Larger than real wolves, not quite formed right, it was hard to accept there were human beings trapped inside claws and fur. If he hadn’t seen Margot change with his own eyes, he wouldn’t believe it.
Kirkbride, Haywood, and Jessie threw themselves into the fight. At first Brandon heard more than he could see, sounds of wood shattering, bones snapping, screams of pain and yells of anger. The wolves howling and growling, one of them whimpering, followed by another crack of breaking bone. Trying to peer around the altar, he spotted Haywood wrestling with one of the wolves, Kirkbride trading blows with a vampire, looking for an opening for the stake in one hand. Draven watched the fight with a satisfied smirk. In a far corner was a blur of movement, almost like the shimmer on a far horizon. Brandon didn’t understand what he was seeing until a cloud of smoke exploded and Jessie stopped moving long enough to find her next target and take off, tanto flashing in the low light and dripping blood.
Haywood was losing to the werewolf. It looked even bigger than Margot and clearly had experience fighting. It pinned Haywood down, sinking its claws into his forearm. Without thinking, Brandon rose from his hiding place and ran to them, swinging the nunchucks at the wolf. He was rewarded with a satisfying crack as the nunchucks opened a wide gash on the wolf’s head, followed by a blast of pain from his own injured shoulder. He sank to his knees and watched as Rowdy fired her crossbow, planting an arrow in the wolf’s chest. Haywood pulled himself up to sit in a pew, holding his arm and looking ready to pass out. Rowdy rushed to him, pulled a first aid kit from her backpack and got to work.
“Lenny, we need cover!” she yelled. Brandon looked back to the altar to see
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