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pop sounded and a needle-like bullet soared past Hayden. It graced her cheek just barely, the proximity causing goose bumps to dance across her skin. She gave a startled yelp, touching her cheek.
“ Go ,” Nicolas ordered sharply. As he made a move toward the forest, he stomped on Tracer’s chest and aimed his gun at the wounded werewolf.
He was going to finish Tracer off, Hayden realized after she picked up her discarded sword and knife. Only, as Nicolas pulled the trigger, nothing happened but empty clicks. There were no bullets left in the gun despite being nearly full before entering the rogue compound.
The man looked at Hayden and something passed between them.
It unnerved her that she knew what Nicolas was thinking. They’d only been traveling together for a couple of days, after all. Nonetheless, using a quick backward toss, she gave him her sword.
In one fluid motion, Nicolas caught the blade and ended Tracer’s life.
Hayden tried not to meet Cole’s eyes. The weight of his observance was stifling, yet she somehow managed to look past him and toward their assailants. She compared them to zookeepers, because that’s what their objective was; keep the beasts confined.
They were the ones responsible for holding dozens of werewolves captive.
She knew they were the brains of the organization, simply because their weapons were meant to stun and not kill. The object that had brushed Hayden’s cheek had to have been a tranquilizer of sorts.
The other figures that emerged from the compound, however, were not zookeepers, but aggressors. And their weapons were far less friendly.
A warm hand curled around the nape of Hayden’s neck and abruptly pulled her out of her stupor. She stumbled as he pushed her towards the woods, desperately trying to regain her footing. As she recovered, she offered Cole an unabashed look.
She didn’t need him to remind her to retreat.
They hadn’t been apart for long, but she’d forgotten about Cole’s smothering protection. Hayden didn’t know whether his insistent safeguard insulted or charmed her. She supposed it depended on his intentions; was it underestimation or a sense of duty?
She sprinted alongside Nicolas and Cole, not needing to look at the latter to know of his exhaustion. He put up a brave face and matched Nicolas’ and Hayden’s speed with equal vigor. However, compared to his usual stride, it was heavy and lacked the grace of a stealthy hunter.
Hayden dodged into the surrounding forest, the long, wispy needles of the evergreens scraping her face and exposed skin. Snow from their branches showered down on top of them, settling in the crevices of their clothing and on top their heads.
“We’ll never outrun them,” Nicolas commented from behind Hayden. “Cole is too weak in his current state.”
Dissatisfaction stemmed from Cole, yet the Alpha male remained silent to Nicolas’ words. It unnerved Hayden to see him so weak and abused. Usually the man was her cornerstone. Times like these were a vivid reminder to reality.
Cole was not as indestructible as he seemed.
“And what do you propose we do?” Hayden asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Climb the treetops and hope they don’t sniff us out?”
Nicolas chuckled lowly, appeasing her. “No, my dear. We simply split up.” He held up a hand, already sensing Cole and Hayden’s passionate rebuttal. “We have a better chance of getting rid of them if we force them in two different directions.”
“Two.” Cole repeated darkly, already assuming where Nicolas was headed.
“Hayden will go one way. You and I will go another.”
Though it was a struggle just to keep up, Cole had enough energy to leer mockingly at his brother. His teeth gleamed threateningly in a contemptuous grin and his eyes sparkled manically.
“I think not.”
“Don’t be so foolish.” Nicolas pointed at Hayden and tossed her the sword. “She’s quick. And she’s good with a blade. She will have a better chance of
“ Go ,” Nicolas ordered sharply. As he made a move toward the forest, he stomped on Tracer’s chest and aimed his gun at the wounded werewolf.
He was going to finish Tracer off, Hayden realized after she picked up her discarded sword and knife. Only, as Nicolas pulled the trigger, nothing happened but empty clicks. There were no bullets left in the gun despite being nearly full before entering the rogue compound.
The man looked at Hayden and something passed between them.
It unnerved her that she knew what Nicolas was thinking. They’d only been traveling together for a couple of days, after all. Nonetheless, using a quick backward toss, she gave him her sword.
In one fluid motion, Nicolas caught the blade and ended Tracer’s life.
Hayden tried not to meet Cole’s eyes. The weight of his observance was stifling, yet she somehow managed to look past him and toward their assailants. She compared them to zookeepers, because that’s what their objective was; keep the beasts confined.
They were the ones responsible for holding dozens of werewolves captive.
She knew they were the brains of the organization, simply because their weapons were meant to stun and not kill. The object that had brushed Hayden’s cheek had to have been a tranquilizer of sorts.
The other figures that emerged from the compound, however, were not zookeepers, but aggressors. And their weapons were far less friendly.
A warm hand curled around the nape of Hayden’s neck and abruptly pulled her out of her stupor. She stumbled as he pushed her towards the woods, desperately trying to regain her footing. As she recovered, she offered Cole an unabashed look.
She didn’t need him to remind her to retreat.
They hadn’t been apart for long, but she’d forgotten about Cole’s smothering protection. Hayden didn’t know whether his insistent safeguard insulted or charmed her. She supposed it depended on his intentions; was it underestimation or a sense of duty?
She sprinted alongside Nicolas and Cole, not needing to look at the latter to know of his exhaustion. He put up a brave face and matched Nicolas’ and Hayden’s speed with equal vigor. However, compared to his usual stride, it was heavy and lacked the grace of a stealthy hunter.
Hayden dodged into the surrounding forest, the long, wispy needles of the evergreens scraping her face and exposed skin. Snow from their branches showered down on top of them, settling in the crevices of their clothing and on top their heads.
“We’ll never outrun them,” Nicolas commented from behind Hayden. “Cole is too weak in his current state.”
Dissatisfaction stemmed from Cole, yet the Alpha male remained silent to Nicolas’ words. It unnerved Hayden to see him so weak and abused. Usually the man was her cornerstone. Times like these were a vivid reminder to reality.
Cole was not as indestructible as he seemed.
“And what do you propose we do?” Hayden asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Climb the treetops and hope they don’t sniff us out?”
Nicolas chuckled lowly, appeasing her. “No, my dear. We simply split up.” He held up a hand, already sensing Cole and Hayden’s passionate rebuttal. “We have a better chance of getting rid of them if we force them in two different directions.”
“Two.” Cole repeated darkly, already assuming where Nicolas was headed.
“Hayden will go one way. You and I will go another.”
Though it was a struggle just to keep up, Cole had enough energy to leer mockingly at his brother. His teeth gleamed threateningly in a contemptuous grin and his eyes sparkled manically.
“I think not.”
“Don’t be so foolish.” Nicolas pointed at Hayden and tossed her the sword. “She’s quick. And she’s good with a blade. She will have a better chance of
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