Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“I like her.” Macsen grinned in the rearview as he ripped them around a snowy corner, drifting far more than Jeremy was comfortable with, especially with his mate in the vehicle. As usual however, Macsen handled it beautifully and one of the pursuing vehicles didn’t make it around the corner but fell over the cliff they were racing along.
“Stop,” he growled. His cat was on edge, needing to mark her and claim her. It was a lot to have two other unattached males near her, even though they were his brothers.
“Don’t know who the hell you are,” she replied, not looking away from the man driving the SUV. “But you’re with him,” she jerked her thumb over in Jeremy’s direction, “so for that alone, I like both of you as well.”
He curved his hand around her neck, anchoring his snarling beast. “Don’t.”
That garnered him a look from her. “Don’t? Are you seriously telling me not to like two shifters who helped you get to me.”
He snarled at her as both men snorted in amusement despite the situation.
“Didn’t need their help and my brothers need to mind their own damn business.”
The vehicle shuddered again as Macsen took another corner at dangerous speeds. “Save your quarrel for later, we have to bail. They’re going to overtake us soon and I’d rather not be going over a cliff when that happens.”
“Brace yourself!” Vaughn hollered seconds before a vehicle t-boned them on the driver’s side. Even as the car catapulted into the air and began rolling, he yanked Dianna into his chest and curved his body protectively over her. Stronger. Faster. And a better healer, he would take as much damage as he could to keep her protected.
I’m doing a shit job at it for sure.
Chapter 7
Holy fuck she hurt.
And once again, I’m fucking cold. She cracked her eyes open and tried to get her bearings. Dianna could smell burning. I need a goddamn vacation. Moving slowly, but with icy determination, she pushed up on her hands and knees, blood dripping down her head, she prodded the wound and decided it best she ignore it.
Spots flickered before her eyes and she took several deep breaths before scouting around her once more. Still dressed, check. Still breathing, double check. And fuck yes! A mental fist pump, she retained hold on the Skorpion. As she rested on her knees she felt the small of her back and swore. The pistol was missing.
She was alone but she could hear a fight going on not to far from where she’d landed. Last thing she remembered was a low snarl from Jeremy as he curled around her, like he could protect her from the incoming impact.
Dianna squinted through the increasing darkness and swirling snow. Whatever place this is, I’m not coming back. Not a destination that was giving warm fuzzy vibes. Hell, not giving warm vibes in any way.
“Fucking get off your knees, Levitt and get moving. There are three other men here and as they’re the ones who can shift it’s in your best interest to find and stick with them.”
Yeah, the pep talk sucked big hairy balls but she stumbled to her feet, gasping at the pain in her ribs.
Pain is good. Reminds me I’m not dead yet. If I don’t hurt, I’m most likely dead.
Thank god she was left handed because her right wrist felt broken. So did some ribs and possibly a shoulder. The world shifted and she widened her stance as she sought to get her bearings. Perhaps the head wound was worse than she’d initially tried to convince herself.
Painful step by painful step, she made her way toward the fighting. Doing her best to continue using the trees for both support and cover, she paused, panting at the edge of the battle.
Holy fuck. National Geographic had nothing on this. She grew up watching the animals fight, blood here and there. That was child’s play.
This…this was something unlike anything she’d seen before. And she’d come across some shady and nasty shit during her tenure with a badge. Now, she stood looking at a massacre in the fading light.
Dead bodies of animals lay strew around. Blood and fleshy chunks dotted the frozen ground. Mostly wolves and cats lay there but in the waning light, she spied two birds and what looked like a bear.
Nausea roiled and she shook her head. A roar so powerful it shook her bones and she winced in renewed pain. A squinting, both against the inclement weather and the pain throbbing in her skull, she found a leopard standing over another feline, staring in her direction. Blood dripped from it’s fangs. It’s coloring normal for leopards, and she knew in her gut it wasn’t Jeremy.
She shivered but didn’t move other than flexing her fingers on the Skorpion. It lunged in her direction and the same roar came. While instinctively knowing it was dangerous to take her gaze off the feline bounding through the snow toward her, she didn’t fight what her body was telling her to do. And that was look for the cat making the noise.