Marked (Primal Obsessions #2) - Cara Wylde Page 0,42

loved it, she loved the orgasms we gave her and how our cocks made her feel, breaking her heart was an entirely different story. No, we had to take care of her heart. Colt had been an idiot. I could only hope that we wouldn’t be too late and that he’d have the chance to apologize to her.

Brooks was leading the party. I’d fallen behind, lost in my own thoughts. When I saw Colt in front of me, his massive body making the ground shake as he ran like a maniac, I picked up the pace. With a loud growl, I slammed into his side as I made my way to the front. He grunted in surprise and tried to scratch me with his claws. Brooks heard us and threw us a death glare over his massive shoulder.

We were all in our bear forms. We were stronger and faster this way. We reached the edge of the forest, and Brooks and I stopped in our tracks. Colt almost bumped into us. I lifted myself on my hind legs and sniffed the air. In the distance, across the highway, there was a motel. It was different than the one we’d found Rosalie in the first time. Brooks and I exchanged a look, and like that, we decided it was time to save our female.

But something wasn’t right. We weren’t alone in the woods. Not anymore. We felt the foreign scents and heard the soft sounds of twigs being crushed under boots too late. One second, everything was fine, and we only had to step out of the forest and cross the highway, and the next, gunshots came from all around us.

Colt cried out in pain as a bullet sunk into his side.

It was madness. We split up, our senses on high alert. I spotted one of the shooters behind some trees, and I lunged at him. As I ran toward him at full speed, another one shot at me from the bushes, and I felt two bullets penetrate my shoulder. It didn’t hurt as much as I’d expected, so I pushed forward. The man with the gun saw me coming and panicked. He turned on his heels and started running, but it was too late. I was faster. I jumped onto his back and sank my fangs into his throat. Hot blood poured onto my tongue, and a kind of rage that I hadn’t felt in years took over me. I tore him to pieces. I scratched at his back until he was nothing but a pile of bleeding flesh and muscle.

One down, three more to go. I could smell them now. Four men couldn’t possibly take us down, but they had guns. That was their only advantage, and it happened to be a damn good one. I heard Colt howl in pain a few feet away. The idiot had been the first to get shot. Brooks was fighting a tall, bulky man with black hair, dressed in military attire. He was doing fine, so I went to help Colt.

Somehow, Colt had managed to take down another of our attackers. He was badly hurt, though. Together, we chased down the last guy that was still standing. At some point, I thought that maybe we should’ve let him go. What was he going to do? He didn’t know what we truly were, did he? To these men, we were just bears – the biggest bears they’d ever seen. But then… I couldn’t just ignore the fact that Rosalie was probably tied up in that motel and these men had had something to do with her kidnapping. Maybe they did know about us and about the trailer park. No, we couldn’t allow any of these killers to survive. They were highly trained – that was easy to see. Colt and I surrounded him, and in seconds, it was done. The man was no more. Only the guns and pieces of his uniform remained.

Brooks was still fighting the last man standing. This one was bigger and stronger, apparently. He held his ground for as long as he could. Finally, Brooks overpowered him. Colt and I witnessed the man’s demise, and deep down, we knew he was the one who’d taken Rosalie from us. He deserved his fate.

I was more hurt than I thought. I collapsed, and Brooks and Colt had to nudge me back onto my feet. We finally crossed the highway, Brooks and Colt supporting me on both sides. We were close. I