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seriously despite the glasses. “Glasses
will do for now, but it’d be nice to have a long-term
solution.
    Taye found a pair with one lens straight
across like a futuristic robot and tried to make Jet wear glasses
lined with green fuzz, but he politely refused, his attention on
the food warmer.
    “ You’re always hungry,”
Taye said with a laugh.
    Jet shook his head. “I’m always interested
in trying something new.”
    Brock shoveled several variety-flavored hot
dogs into a paper liner. He paid for them at the check-out along
with my glasses while heartily refusing any offer to pay him back
as soon as I got a job.
    “ Like I told Jet a few
months ago,” Brock said, biting off a hearty chunk of hot dog, then
handing the rest of the bag to Jet, “I keep werewolves fed, they
keep other werewolves from killing me; it’s a win-win
situation.”
    Jet gave him a rare smile. “Works out for
both of us.”
    “ That it does,” Brock
replied. He held up his hot dog with a flourish. “A fed wolf is a
happy one.”
    “ In that case,” Jet said;
he swiped the hotdog from Brock and took a big bite.
    Brock opened his mouth to protest, then took
another hotdog from Jet’s pack. He pushed open the door and we
followed him outside.
    An SUV rushed past us in the parking lot,
turned a one-eighty with screeching tires and the smell of burning
rubber, then barreled back in our direction. Adrenaline surged
through my veins and I fought back the urge to phase with a rush of
disgust at my base instincts.
    “ Get back,” Jet commanded,
moving Taye behind him and shielding her with his body.
    Jaze did the same thing with Nikki; Mouse
and Brock also fell back to leave the Alphas in front. The SUV
stopped a few yards away and my heart started to pound. Six men in
black uniforms exited the vehicle, leaving only the driver
inside.
    “ Give us Kaynan and we’ll
let the rest of you go,” a tall, thick man with a shaved head and a
black tattooed armband said. He motioned at me with a dark object
that reflected the light when it moved. It was a gun, no doubt
loaded with silver bullets.
    Two men filling up their cars at the gas
station looked at each other with matching expressions of fear. My
heart clenched and muscles tightened. The adrenaline in my veins
boiled through my system, threatening to take away my will and turn
me into a mindless, killing beast.
    “ Drive away and we’ll let
you live.” Jet’s tone left little question that he would carry out
the threat if they refused to listen.
    The man who spoke gave a short bark that
passed for a laugh. “Kid, you’re unarmed and outnumbered. Leave
while you can.”
    Jet glanced at Jaze and something passed
between them. “The numbers are even,” Jet told the man. “That is,
if your driver wants to get in on the action.” I saw Jaze step
slightly to the right out of the corner of my eye. I took a calming
breath, then slid slowly to the left.
    The hiss of metal on leather met my ears and
silver blades glinted in the streetlights. The five men behind the
speaker suddenly looked like walking swiss army knives. The two
drivers at the gas station hung up the hoses and drove away without
paying, tires screeching on the black asphalt.
    “ You don’t know what you’re
dealing with,” the first man said.
    “ I like a challenge,” Jet
replied, a dangerous edge to his voice.
    Jaze began to flank them. Nikki fell back to
stand by Brock, her face pale and eyes on Jaze. Jet took a step
toward the man with the gun. I moved to flank the other side,
letting my instincts take over when common sense failed to give me
an out.
    “ This is ridiculous,” the
man with the gun said, his eyes widening. “You’re
teenagers!”
    Jet shrugged and an engine roared at the
same time. Mouse drove Jaze’s gray SUV into the side of their
vehicle. Glass shattered and the sound of metal on metal echoed
loudly in the night. The driver yelled and the uniformed men
scrambled to regroup. Jet and Jaze used the