Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,69

ahead did rattle her, she stuffed them down. Now she needed to be unafraid…for Kyden. “Any guesses why they’re not coming out and attacking us?”

She looked at Briggs to catch his shrug as he said, “The packs are huge, and most wolves wouldn’t have met Valor, so they don’t know his scent.” He gestured toward the building. “They might assume there are wolves and guardians nearby. Besides, from what we’ve seen of them so far, they believe they’re untouchable. We can only assume they have no fear of being found.”

These werewolves were damned idiots, and, if anything, it made her happy to clear the world of such stupidity.

Drake nudged her arm, garnering her attention, and his eyes were soft. “I suppose asking you to stay here is out of the question?”

“You suppose right.” Inhaling to focus, she caught a whiff of garbage mixed with stale air, then she stepped out of the shadows. “Ready?” As soon as the question passed her lips, she wondered if it even mattered. Could anyone ever be ready for the shitload of trouble they were about to land themselves in?

Briggs nodded, dauntlessly. “Batters up.”

With quick nods from Valor and Drake, Nexi charged across the street, the men right next to her. Once at the front door of the tailor shop, Drake kicked the door and it flew open. Clearly startled, the werewolves jumped to their feet.

Wide eyes greeted her. “It’s you,” a dark-haired one said.

“That wasn’t exactly what I expected to hear,” Nexi muttered.

Valor shifted, growling deep.

With the sound rumbling against the walls, the men shifted into their wolf forms as if Valor had ordered them to. Nexi figured that maybe his magic contained that type of power. Who knew. Who cared. Not her.

Nexi’s entire focus became about the werewolves who pounced toward her, as all hell broke loose. The table and chairs in the room either broke or went flying in the air. A wolf leapt off the ground and when he was only a hairsbreadth away from biting off her head, she drew her sword and decapitated him. “One down.”

Before she could move, the black wolf flew toward her. In the same moment, another beast slammed into her from the side. A slice followed by a splatter meant that Drake had dealt with that one.

Not taking her eyes off the wolf approaching her, a low growl sounded beside her as fur brushed against her arm. A loud crunch followed by a heavy thud declared that Briggs or Valor took out the other fluff ball.

The wolf finally reached her with his lip pulled up, displaying a healthy set of white teeth. He sprang forward, but before he had the chance to bite, she landed a hard right hook on his furry head, sending him soaring away from her.

Once he landed hard to the floor, he shook his head in an apparent attempt to recover, then he lunged. Not giving him the advantage, she grabbed her sword from the ground and flung it at him. The sharp silver blade lodged into his chest and he dropped. “Two down.”

Right then, fur tickled her left side. Nexi glimpsed next to her and found Valor. The way he positioned himself beside her seemed protective. It appeared he allowed her to kill, but guarded her. Sweet, even if she didn’t think it necessary.

She jerked her attention back to the fight as another wolf leapt to attack her, and she dove toward her sword. Just as he was about to land on her back, she spun around and shoved the blade deep into his neck, drenching her stomach in his blood. “Three down.”

Hopping to her feet, she scanned for her next target. There wasn’t one. She lowered her sword and spotted that all the werewolves—along with their blood—had vanished. She snorted. “Well, that was anticlimactic.”

“I prefer that when you’re around,” Drake stated, heading toward the door at the back of the room. “Come. We must keep moving.”

Nexi followed the men toward the far end of the tailor shop and she passed by the broken furniture from their fight. She stopped behind Briggs—who had shifted into his human form again—as Valor mounted a set of stairs at full speed, while she followed behind Drake and Briggs. When she hit the last step, she breathed, “Oooohhhh…shit.”

She’d expected trouble—just not this much trouble.

Twenty or so wolves stared with the intent to kill.

For the smallest moment, doubt struck her hard in the chest. That was, until she realized how easily they’d defeated the werewolves