Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Billy stands, holding me, every muscle in him tense. “Billy,” I have to shout twice before he blinks at me. “Help him!”
I struggle, and he has to set me down. My ankle screams, and I bite my lip. I stagger to a sapling and hang on. “Go!”
“I can’t leave you.” He looks torn. He thinks he has to stay to protect me.
But the enemy wolves aren’t focused on me. They’re closing in on Brick, slinking on all sides to attack him.
They're not playing ‘hunt the human.’ They're focused on Brick.
I grab Billy’s arm. “You need to help.”
Brick is standing strong, but his fur is soaked with blood. I can’t tell if it’s his or the enemies’.
Three of the Adalwulfs close in, one of them going for Brick’s neck.
“I’ll be fine.” I give Billy a shove. “They’re killing him!”
With a curse, Billy whirls and runs toward the fight. He leaps and shifts in midair. A giant white and gray wolf lands on the wolf in front of Brick, pinning it before it can tear into Brick’s neck. Brick turns on the wolf to his left, savaging it with brutally efficient moves before turning on the wolf to his right. Snarls and growls echo around.
Blood sprays.
I lean back against the sapling, steadying myself. My head is dizzy with heat, and my good leg doesn’t want to hold me up, but I’m going to hold on.
Then I see it: a huge scar-faced wolf lurking a few feet away. It’s got its eyes set on Brick. A sharp bark, and six more wolves pour out of the trees, dancing over the carnage to surround Brick. They’re going to hold him for the scar-faced wolf to tear out his neck.
I don’t think, I just move. I stagger forward, losing a boot as I run. With a shriek, I rip off my red coat and toss it at the scar-faced wolf just as it starts to lunge.
The coat flies through the air, landing on the scar-faced wolf’s head. It’s a pitiful distraction but it works. The wolf charges forward like a bull charging a red cape, only to get tangled for a moment.
That moment is long enough. Brick surges, knocking the scarred wolf to the ground. The remaining enemy attacks him, but Billy and Nickel are at their backs along with Jake and Vance.
This was the enemy’s last stand. My heart is in my throat as I watch the melee.
The flying fur settles, and Brick stands triumphant over the scar-faced wolf.
I did it. I saved him.
My legs give out like I’m a puppet whose strings have been cut.
Brick turns to me just in time to watch me fall.
Chapter Ten
Brick
Madi. Oh, fate, my brave sweet little mate. I shift to human form and catch her up in my arms.
Get her inside. Quick. Fuck.
Billy and the others have finished off the red-eyed wolves. They flank me as I fold Madi close to my chest and run into the chalet.
“In here,” an old Austrian shifter says, throwing the door open wide for my bloodied pack.
I hunch and run through the living room, past grand windows showcasing the glorious mountain range. I need to get Madi somewhere private, safe.
I hear Billy getting rid of the chalet owner, asking him to spread word that “hunt the human” is no game. Thank fuck. I don’t need to involve other packs in this shit.
Madi’s eyes are closed, her black lashes fanned out on her pale cheeks.
“Madison. Madi. Wake up. Look at me, sweetheart. I need to know you’re okay.” I readjust my hold, and she whimpers, flinching. “Baby, it’s me.”
Her cracked lips part. “Brick?” she whispers. Her eyelashes flutter, but she looks dazed. I cup her face, careful to avoid smearing blood all over her. Her skin is so cold. “I’m here. You’re with me.” I hold her closer. “Stay with me, Madi.”
Madi’s eyes open and try to focus on me. “Are you okay?” she croaks.
I want to howl, my wolf still frantic. “Oh, baby. I can’t believe I let this happen to you. I never should have left you.”
I need to warm her up. How? Light a fire? Run a bath?
I go to find a bath. “What the ever-loving fuck happened out there?” I bellow as I carry her down a hallway. I kick open a bathroom door and step inside.
“Adalwulf bastards,” Nickel says. I hear him and my other pack brothers moving in quickly, securing the chalet, assessing resources.
“Odin must have lost his ever-loving mind,” Vance calls from another room. I hear the sound of curtains yanking closed. “He’s asking for war, and it’s a war he won’t win. He sacrificed most of his best wolves today. Fuck–I’d heard he’s sick in the head, but this crossed all lines.”
“It’s the witchery.” Billy’s stomping this way. “The old crone is long past her death date. She’s sucked the life and sanity out of Odin. It warped him.”