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for the kill.
Shiv Crew protected the humans from the Others, and the boy was human.
“Destroy the motherfuckers,” she said, furious.
The rats fought, surprising her. She’d fully expected the bastards to run. And at the end, one of them shifted to his human form, maybe hoping to halt the blade she held at his throat. “He trespassed into our territory, Alexander. He tried to seduce one of our girls.”
She stared down at him, her knee planted firmly on his chest, the tip of her blade sliding into his flesh. “Fuck you,” she whispered, and drove her blade into his throat with such force the tip hit the pavement upon which he lay.
Fucking Others.
She glanced up and stopped breathing for one long moment as she caught sight of the berserker, his arms crossed, watching them from a few yards away.
As she knelt there, frozen, he pulled the long, silver spear from its sheath on his back and threw it. Hard.
She ducked at the last minute, stunned, but as she rolled and leaped to her feet, Strad Matheson’s weapon of choice speared a huge rat through the chest, carrying him backward and pinning him to a streetlight pole.
The rat had been two seconds from sticking his claws into her back.
One corner of Strad’s lips lifted in a mocking smile as Rune stared at him. He walked by her and yanked his spear from the dead rat.
And then, he was gone, disappearing into the darkness and leaving them to the rest of the wererats.
Only two remained. Jack and Raze made short work of them as Z strode to the injured boy.
“You okay?” he asked, crouching beside the boy.
Rune knelt on his other side. “What’s your name?” He shivered from cold and shock, and she frowned when she noticed his arms were not only skinny, they appeared atrophied from disuse.
The kid didn’t answer, just stared quietly at the glove he hadn’t managed to pry loose. Duct tape had been wound around and around the glove and covered most of his forearm.
“I’ll put him in my car,” Raze growled. “Drop him at the hospital.”
“No,” the boy said, and after two attempts, finally made his way to his feet.
Rune and Z stood with him, Z reaching out a hand to steady the boy. That made the kid jerk away and stumble back so quickly he once again fell to the ground.
“Dude,” Rune said. “You’re injured. We’re taking you to the hospital. Would you like one of us to kick you in the head? We can get you there before you wake up.” She thought her offer was pretty damn reasonable, but Jack raised his eyebrows and sighed.
“What?” she asked.
He grinned and winked at her. “I’ve got this.”
Rune backed up and spread her fingers. “Be my guest, baby.”
He went to the boy, confident, stepping over piles of dead rat shifters and pools of blood. He wiped his blades on his pants, stuck them back into their sheaths, and held out a hand to the boy. “You can trust me.”
The boy stared up at him, his eyes dull from pain and cold, and at last, he pushed himself once more to his feet. He ignored Jack’s hand, but it seemed to Rune that he looked at it with longing.
“Good,” Jack said. “What do you want, boy?”
“To be left alone.”
“I understand that,” Jack replied. “Let’s take you to Rune’s house, get you patched up and fed, and then we’ll talk about the next step. Deal?”
The boy glanced around at them all before he nodded.
“Give us a name,” Jack requested.
After a short hesitation, the boy said, “Ben. Just Ben.”
Jack looked at Rune. “Okay with you?”
Rune watched the boy step a little closer to Jack. He seemed to think Jack was the lesser of the Shiv Crew evils. She shrugged. “Yeah. Take him to my place.”
And as they walked once more toward their cars, she couldn’t help but throw a glance back over her shoulder.
Fucking berserker.
Chapter Two
“One more block to our cars, kid,” Jack said. “We’ll get there a hell of a lot faster if you let me carry you.”
The boy
Shiv Crew protected the humans from the Others, and the boy was human.
“Destroy the motherfuckers,” she said, furious.
The rats fought, surprising her. She’d fully expected the bastards to run. And at the end, one of them shifted to his human form, maybe hoping to halt the blade she held at his throat. “He trespassed into our territory, Alexander. He tried to seduce one of our girls.”
She stared down at him, her knee planted firmly on his chest, the tip of her blade sliding into his flesh. “Fuck you,” she whispered, and drove her blade into his throat with such force the tip hit the pavement upon which he lay.
Fucking Others.
She glanced up and stopped breathing for one long moment as she caught sight of the berserker, his arms crossed, watching them from a few yards away.
As she knelt there, frozen, he pulled the long, silver spear from its sheath on his back and threw it. Hard.
She ducked at the last minute, stunned, but as she rolled and leaped to her feet, Strad Matheson’s weapon of choice speared a huge rat through the chest, carrying him backward and pinning him to a streetlight pole.
The rat had been two seconds from sticking his claws into her back.
One corner of Strad’s lips lifted in a mocking smile as Rune stared at him. He walked by her and yanked his spear from the dead rat.
And then, he was gone, disappearing into the darkness and leaving them to the rest of the wererats.
Only two remained. Jack and Raze made short work of them as Z strode to the injured boy.
“You okay?” he asked, crouching beside the boy.
Rune knelt on his other side. “What’s your name?” He shivered from cold and shock, and she frowned when she noticed his arms were not only skinny, they appeared atrophied from disuse.
The kid didn’t answer, just stared quietly at the glove he hadn’t managed to pry loose. Duct tape had been wound around and around the glove and covered most of his forearm.
“I’ll put him in my car,” Raze growled. “Drop him at the hospital.”
“No,” the boy said, and after two attempts, finally made his way to his feet.
Rune and Z stood with him, Z reaching out a hand to steady the boy. That made the kid jerk away and stumble back so quickly he once again fell to the ground.
“Dude,” Rune said. “You’re injured. We’re taking you to the hospital. Would you like one of us to kick you in the head? We can get you there before you wake up.” She thought her offer was pretty damn reasonable, but Jack raised his eyebrows and sighed.
“What?” she asked.
He grinned and winked at her. “I’ve got this.”
Rune backed up and spread her fingers. “Be my guest, baby.”
He went to the boy, confident, stepping over piles of dead rat shifters and pools of blood. He wiped his blades on his pants, stuck them back into their sheaths, and held out a hand to the boy. “You can trust me.”
The boy stared up at him, his eyes dull from pain and cold, and at last, he pushed himself once more to his feet. He ignored Jack’s hand, but it seemed to Rune that he looked at it with longing.
“Good,” Jack said. “What do you want, boy?”
“To be left alone.”
“I understand that,” Jack replied. “Let’s take you to Rune’s house, get you patched up and fed, and then we’ll talk about the next step. Deal?”
The boy glanced around at them all before he nodded.
“Give us a name,” Jack requested.
After a short hesitation, the boy said, “Ben. Just Ben.”
Jack looked at Rune. “Okay with you?”
Rune watched the boy step a little closer to Jack. He seemed to think Jack was the lesser of the Shiv Crew evils. She shrugged. “Yeah. Take him to my place.”
And as they walked once more toward their cars, she couldn’t help but throw a glance back over her shoulder.
Fucking berserker.
Chapter Two
“One more block to our cars, kid,” Jack said. “We’ll get there a hell of a lot faster if you let me carry you.”
The boy
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