Chapter 247
Raven
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“She’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes…she’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes. I’ll be lighting the explosives
and turning them to corpses….she’ll be dead before the morning when she comes p>
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“Will you shut your ass up and drive straight?” I yell at my mate while reaching into garbage bags and throwing parts of Derek and Trevor at Stevens’ warriors. They should have taken us up on the offer to return with their dead for a proper burial. Now they get none.
They mean nothing to me now.
“If you were any good at throwing those parts, it wouldn’t matter if I was driving straight.” Cyrus cranks the wheel on Damon’s stolen pickup, causing me to jerk to the other side of the truck bed.
“I’ll show you what I’m good at,” I yell.
“No road head during battles, Raven. This is serious.” Instead of giving him a response, like threatening to bite his dick off, I focus on using my gifting to hurl body parts at my ex-pack members as fast as I can.
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I pick up a foot and lob it at the enemy. His head cracks back, legs flying out from under his body as he slides across the dirt.
“Oh snap, babe. Enjoy your foot fungus bitch.” Cyrus yells, hanging out the window while driving over the downed shifter, before whipping the wheel. I roll across the bed of the truck, hitting my damn elbow on the tire well, causing me to snarl.
I’m going to murder him.
“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT BY HOLDING THE LINE!” Thane yells.
“CYRUS WON’T LET ME OUT OF THE TRUCK!” My mate is dealing with a fear of losing me again, so I’m allowing it for the time being, but I doubt I will be able to handle it the entire fight.
Thane caught an invader mid-air, his massive hands locking onto the attacker’s throat and shoulder before slamming him to the ground with bone-rattling force. The impact cracked the earth beneath them, but Thane was already moving, a vicious right hook breaking another shifter’s jaw.
Thane pivoted, grabbing a wolf by the back of the neck and yanking him into a brutal knee to the face, sending him sprawling.
Alpha’s voice thundered over the chaos, “This is my land, and you won’t leave it alive p>
Damn.
“DOWN,” Cyrus yells as I take cover. The right side of the truck is sprayed with bullets. I raise my head as we violently change course. My
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mate is now chasing down the shifter who fired on us.
“Are you alright p>
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“Just grazed me.” Cyrus calls back to me, “Speed bump.” I hang on as we jostle over the shooter. I crawl toward the tailgate and peer over.
I see the legs of the shooter dragging behind us.
“He’s hanging on,” I call back to Cyrus. Rummaging around the bed, I find the shotgun and brace it against my shoulder, firing below. He roars, letting go, the vehicle throwing him from underneath.
“Pull my finger.” Cyrus holds a grenade out the window of the truck, and I crawl over, pulling the pin. I take cover as my mate laughs hysterically, hearing a deafening crack a few moments later. The ground heaved, and dirt and rock exploded through the air.
My mate drives straight into the carnage, turning any that were in the blast range into road kill if the grenade didn’t do the job.
“If you hear the grenade go clink, hit the ground!
If you hear the grenade go clink, hit the ground!
When it pops and starts to roar,
You won’t hear much anymore-
If you hear the grenade go clink, hit the ground p>
“Please tell me singing isn’t going to be your new thing,” I growl.
“My new thing involves your bootyhole, and all I’m doing is warning them. I’m doing them all a favor, Fireball.” I reach into my bag of parts and start flinging them at warp speed again. I hold on as Cyrus has us airborne, but I see Thane slowly getting cut off from the other fighters from our pack, each one obliterating all who come before them.
Four wolf shifters circled him. The first rushed him from the left-Thane sidestepped, driving his elbow into the attacker’s ribs hard enough to crack bone before sweeping his legs out from under him. Another came from behind; he spun, catching the wrist mid-swipe and twisting until the sickening snap echoed through the trees. The other two lunged together, but he ducked low, fists a blur as they slammed into ribs, jaws, and throats.
More target him. I act before thinking, crouching low on the truck’s bed, eyes locked on the ground, and leap. I hear Cyrus curse as I hit the dirt hard but controlled, tucking into a roll and using my speed to roll faster than normal, getting me as close as I can without
stopping.
Without missing a beat, I sprang forward, diving headfirst into the waiting fight.
My red hair whips around my face as I stand back to back with Thane. His strength was a wall, and together we were unstoppable. I could feel the rhythm of the fight in his movements, every blow he threw carving space for me to strike. I pull my dagger from my thigh, and it
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flashes through the air, biting into flesh and bone as enemy shifters close in.
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One by one, I cut my old pack mates down as if they never mattered. As if we didn’t spend our entire lives together. This fight wasn’t just survival-it was a craving, a blood-thirst that pulsed through my veins like wildfire. With each strike I landed, a thrill raced through me.
I welcomed the rush, the way my heart pounded louder with every enemy that fell before my blades. Nothing felt better, nothing more alive, than the desperate, savage dance of predator and prey-and right now, I was the hunter, and they were mine to claim. I laugh louder with each slice of my knife.
Thane pulls me into a headlock, shoving my head against his ribs as more of the Earth’s contents rain down on us. He quickly releases me as I hear my mate laughing. “If he sings one more song, I’ll kill him myself,” I tell Thane as I grab hold of the last shifter by the shoulder and send my fist flying as fast as I can straight through his chest.
The shatter of bones and the squelch of blood is a siren call for my mate. He hits his brakes in front of us, Damon’s truck now missing a door, “Are you slow dancing? Get in the damn truck.” I pull my arm back, but it doesn’t move.
I’m suck up to my armpit inside this shifter’s chest cavity. “I’m stuck p>
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I pull my foot up and firmly plant it on the dead body as Thane grabs it from behind, pulling as I push.
“You better get that motherfucker off my mate before I shoot his dick off, Thane p>
“HE’S DEAD!” We yell in unison as Thane pulls me free.
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whoa this chapter was all over the place I had to read it 3 times
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