Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,50

exposed rippling muscles smothered in blood. Long claw marks tore through his pants, leaving bloody streaks behind. He’d been hurt, that was easy to see. Bite marks marred his side, savaged in a way I’d never seen before—and hope to never see again. My stomach rolled as the room was filled with thunder.

But as the two bodyguards charged into the room, that sickening feeling inside me grew talons that clenched around my heart. “Phantom—” I whispered.

But no one was listening.

“Phantom,” I yelled.

My Alpha jerked his gaze to mine. My thoughts were screaming, howling with fury. “Where are the others?”

I stumbled backwards as a roar came through the door. Arran and Vitold were there in a heartbeat, eyes wide with rage, fingers curled in fists, ready to fight as Wolves. But my knees were buckling as the faint whoop…whoop…whoop slipped into my ears.

“Wolves” Mojin’s gravelly voice made my stomach lurch.

There was only one way a voice sounded like that...if there was a lot of screaming involved.

“Walker,” I whispered her name.

The Unseelie wrenched his gaze to mine. “She escaped...with the young Wolf.”

“Wry?” Phantom jerked his gaze from Mojin to me. Concern flared deep in his eyes. Still that whoop...whoop...whoop grew louder, like a heartbeat pounding in my ears.

“Where is Church?” I whimpered, finally breaking free from the prison of fear. I stumbled forward, grasping the Unseelie, unable to care that I was hurting him. “Where is my Wolf?”

He didn’t answer for a heartbeat…it may as well have been an eternity. “No,” I screamed, shoving him away, desperate to unsee the slash of pain in the Unseelie’s gaze.

“He fought them…fought while the doctor ran,” Mojin explained in a voice filled with anguish.

My knees buckled, only there were no arms to catch me…there was only a free fall into agony.

“They took him,” Mojin ended. “The black one…the Alpha.”

My breaths came too fast, and for some reason I couldn’t slow them down. I couldn’t do anything but listen to the whoop…whoop…whoop.

“We have incoming,” Russell barked, turning from the double glass doors that overlooked the pool. Concern brightened his blue eyes. “Everyone out!”

Incoming? I jerked my gaze to Phantom.

“Ruth!” Elithien commanded.

She spun in a heartbeat, moving like a leopard before I knew it, running to him…like it was instinct. In a heartbeat, she was surrounded. “Wait!” She skidded to a stop, her bare foot squealing on the tiles. “I can’t leave Justice!”

With long, wicked fangs bared, Elithien jerked a burning gaze to the bodyguard. “Friend or foe?”

Russell gave a shake of his head and turned from the doors. “I can’t tell.”

Whoop…whop…whoop…the unmistakable sound of the rotor grew louder.

“Keys!” Phantom barked, and lifted his hand.

I caught the blur of metal tossed through the air by Elithien as the sound of the chopper’s blades turned deafening, streaking through the sky overhead. The bodyguard wrenched his gaze to me, then back to Elithien. His lips parted in a soundless cry which was smothered by the thunderous roar of the chopper until it faded just enough to hear, “FOE! FOE! FOE!”

The Vampires moved in an instant. Russell charged, picked up Ruth in a sweep of his massive hands, and tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing at all. I registered a heartbeat as I felt myself lifted, too. Arran’s arms clamped around me as Phantom and Vitold charged from the mansion and lifted their gazes to the sky.

Spotlights blazed as the blast of hurricane air whipped strands of my hair into my eyes. They blurred with the sting, but I didn’t need to see as the voice blasted over the speaker.

“You’re surrounded! Let Carina Chase go!”

I jerked my head upwards, panic mingling with the rush of blood headed for my face.

“STOP OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!”

Arran turned, watching the chopper as it shot across the midnight sky and circled back. “Put me down, Arran!” I yelled and shoved against his ass.

He gripped my hips and yanked, letting me slide down his body, falling before he caught me with strong, quick hands. Our gazes connected as my bare feet hit the concrete. There was real fear in the darkness of my bartender’s eyes. But it wasn’t fear for them. It was for me.

“There’s nowhere you can run, Phantom!” The familiar voice blasted through the speaker.

I lifted my head as Arran turned, protecting me with his body as I caught Harlan’s face over the dark blue FBI windbreaker. The blinding beam of another spotlight carved across the Vampire mansion behind me. I reached up, grasping Arran’s arm, and turned to