Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,70

on the lower level. She had two of the most powerful werewolves in existence with her, and she had Drake, too. Plus she decided she was pretty kick-ass herself.

She prepared herself and got into her fighting stance, shedding that little amount of uncertainty as one of the werewolves growled. Then only a split second passed before chaos erupted…again.

Suddenly furry bodies knocked Nexi around, causing her to stumble, and her only recourse was to slam her fists against everything and anything, hoping to hit something vital. She couldn’t tell their faces from their butts. The most disconcerting part was she didn’t know where their mouths were.

Not a single breath later, her worry became justified when sharp teeth plunged deep into her side. “Bite me, you SOB, and I’ll bite back.” She punched his snout with more power than she knew she had, then lurched to her feet and stabbed his side. “With my sword, that is.”

Before she could grab her sword, another wolf hit her from behind and she screamed as he bit into her shoulder. A fierce growl broke through, followed by a piercing yelp at her back, then he was no longer a source of pain.

Nexi spun on her heel, discovering Valor, in his wolf form, standing over the dead beast with blood dripping off his teeth. If only she had time to thank him. “Look out.” Snatching up her sword from the ground, she stepped forward and with a quick slice, he was no longer a threat.

She surveyed the room in a fast sweep, and surprise consumed her. By her count, only seven wolves remained. Being that the dead ones appeared torn apart, Valor and Briggs obviously handled the majority of them.

Drake currently fought two, leaving five wolves cautiously approaching Valor, Briggs and herself. Now that the level of danger had ceased, she remembered they’d come here for a reason, and she hoped that plan hadn’t gone to shit. “Efren?” she called to no one in particular, hoping to hell he hadn’t been killed.

Valor shrugged his fury shoulders.

She turned to the wolves to find them exchanging a look, then all five of them glanced at the wolf fighting Drake. She took that as an introduction. “Drake,” she shouted. “Don’t kill the one on the right. That’s Efren.”

The wolves who approached snarled before they shot forward. Two of them came straight for her while the other three went for Valor and Briggs. Now that Efren was within reach, this needed to end.

Kyden’s location was so close she could almost touch it, thrusting her into an urgent frenzy.

Throwing a hard punch to the one wolf, she noticed the other one pounce. He didn’t make it. She soared through the air, sliced down the middle of him, sending all sorts of yuckiness spreading over herself.

The scent of death became so engulfing that she held her breath, hoping the bodies would vanish soon. The wolf’s front half fell and the other half followed. Ignoring the less than pleasant view, she spun to the other wolf only inches away from ripping off her arm. Drawing on all her strength, she kicked out. He yelped, then he hit the floor.

Striding by him, she slammed her blade into his chest and immediately pulled it back. “Damn wolves.”

Drake remained in a fierce battle of his own as she suspected he did his best not to kill Efren. Nexi saw a clear advantage: Efren and the other wolf were so distracted by Drake that neither thought to keep an eye on her.

Stepping in between them, the two idiots flanked her, and she whistled. Both beasts looked at her. Not a moment later, the other wolf was dead.

Efren shifted and rolled onto his back. “Don’t kill me.”

Nexi ignored Efren, since Drake’s mutilated arm held her focus. Bones, among other nasty things, were visible. “Good grief, are you okay?”

Drake looked at his arm for only a second, showing no sign of pain on his face, then he gestured to Efren. “I’m fine. Get what you need.”

“Yeah, right.” She snorted. “Your arm is freaking inside out.”

Using her sword, she cut off a piece of Efren’s white T-shirt, then she wrapped it tightly around Drake’s injury. She noticed his wince in pain, even if he did his best to mask it. After she secured the bandage, she turned to Efren. “I’m in no mood for bullshit. Tell me where Kyden is.”

Terror shone in Efren’s clear blue eyes. “You don’t understand. Lazarus will kill my family. He knows the names of my