Anyone worth his salt would have exit tunnels. And Wulf was certainly worth his salt.
Urian had found several exits so far.
His son just had to make sure they had found them all before their prey left the premises.
"Urian?" he asked his son telepathically. "Are you in position?"
"Yes. We have all of the exits covered."
"Where are you?"
"The back lawn. Why? Is something going wrong?"
"No, I just want to make sure we can get to them."
"They're ours, Father. Relax."
"I will after she's dead."
Wulf took one last inspection of his charges. They were bundled up and ready. He, on the other hand, was scantily clad. He needed to be able to move freely in case he had to fight more.
"Okay, children," he said in warning. "Remember, we have to move silently. They can see better at night than..." He paused as he realized who he was talking to. "Well, better than Chris can anyway. I'll lead the way. Kat, you pull up the rear and, if anything happens, shout and don't vanish on us."
"You got it."
Wulf offered Cassandra an encouraging smile. He took her hand into his and kissed her knit glove, wishing he could feel her skin under there.
She smiled back, then covered her face with her muffler.
Reluctantly dropping her hand, he led them to his bedroom. There were more explosions upstairs.
Wulf growled at the sound of things shattering. "I swear I'm going to take all this out of Stryker's hide."
"I just want to know where the cops are," Cassandra said. "Surely someone has heard all that."
"I don't know," Chris added. "We're pretty far out. No one probably knows."
Another blast shook the house.
"Someone has to hear that," Cassandra said. "They've turned it into a war zone."
"Well, let's hope the cops don't come," Kat added from behind her.
Cassandra looked at her from over her shoulder. "Why?"
"Because if they do, all they'll be is another midnight snack for the Daimons."
Cassandra curled her lip at the thought. "Oh, God, Kat, that's awful!"
"But all too true," Wulf said as he led them past his bed, into his closet, which was the size of most people's bedrooms. "In spite of what you think, Cassandra, Daimons are nothing more than rabid animals in need of a mercy killing."
She stiffened, but for once didn't argue with him.
Cassandra cocked a brow at his wardrobe as they walked through the closet. Everything from the hanging items to every pair of shoes lacked color. It looked like a great black hole. "Like black, do you?"
One corner of his mouth quirked up. "It serves its purpose. It's hard to look intimidating in pastels."
She laughed at that and started to make a comment about how he looked best naked, but then refrained. It wasn't like Chris and Kat didn't know they were lovers, but it still didn't feel right to say that out loud around them.